Chen Jin let out a wail, startling Tang Xing, who had been daydreaming. Seeing Boss Pei coming their way, she quickly grabbed Shuyao's sleeve. "It's over, it's over. It's starting, and we're definitely going to lose."
"It won't be like that. It's not a one-on-one fight. They might not be better than us at volleyball." Shuyao was very calm.
As if.
Tang Xing, with a mournful face, knew that Boss Pei was famously athletic in Yunzhong. It wasn't just volleyball; if he were to throw the ball into space for a loop, it wouldn't be a big deal for him.
Her deskmate was completely messed up, leaving Shuyao feeling especially helpless.
Amid these thoughts, Pei Yan's long legs had already stopped in front of her, maintaining a distance of exactly fifty centimeters.