"Zhuangzhuang, you... you said what? Arm wrestling?" The class monitor was immediately dumbfounded, never expecting Tian Xiaozhuang to suggest arm wrestling.
That was their strong suit—it made them the best in the entire kindergarten section.
Tian Xiaozhuang raised his chin slightly, arched his brows, and said smugly, "Yes, arm wrestling. You asked me to name a competition, and they must agree.
If they don't, we'll rip up all their books right now and kick them out of the school!"
Hearing this, the class monitor was a bit uneasy. He turned to Ye Xingchen and said, "How about... you guys just give Mom back and stop competing with them?"
After the class monitor suggested this, the other chubby kids chimed in.
"That's right. Arm wrestling is our specialty—even first graders can't beat us!"
"Competing against us is just asking for humiliation. Humph, you might as well admit defeat right now!"