f*ck, Chen Tianming is really devious.
Good thing I can talk tough.
Just now, when he heard his own answer didn't match the solution, Lin Li looked calm on the surface, but inside he was panicking like crazy, frantically replaying his steps, trying to figure out where he messed up and how to patch it.
After all, even though he was indeed more perceptive and quick-thinking now, he couldn't guarantee he hadn't missed some condition; even a Cultivator in tribulation can misread something, let alone a little Foundation Establishment like him.
"Who even wants a water bottle like this?" Chen Tianming chuckled, then picked his worksheet back up, frowned, his tone a bit serious: "Damn, even a small contest like this is this hard to learn… don't tell me this is the limit of this body…"
One glance and boom, full-on chuunibyou flare‑up.
