The classmates were left speechless. Miss Ye was right—Li Fei was indeed abiding by the game rules. It was just Liu Mang's bad luck.
"You wait for me." With those words, Liu Mang, supported by the students, limped toward the infirmary, groaning in pain.
"Hey, beauty, let's get acquainted."
Seeing the teacher leave, the middle-aged man with the air of a boss hurried forward, all smiles, and spoke to Ye Li.
"I don't know you."
"My name is Zhu Ge."
Ye Li's expression hardened, "I could tell right away; you do resemble a pig."
"It's 'Zhu' as in duke, 'Ge' as in song."
Quickly following that, Zhu Ge took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over quite proudly, "I'm from an entertainment company in Zhonghai City. I think you have the potential to be a model."
"Sorry, but I'm not interested in modeling."
Zhu Ge thought to himself, but I am interested!
"Modeling can make you a lot of money, and even sports cars and mansions aren't just dreams."
