Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Let’s See Who Laughs Last

At the beginning, it was all some interactive segments and gift exchanges and the like.

After that came all kinds of friendly matches.

At first the atmosphere was fairly relaxed, but as things went on both sides became more cautious; after a few rounds, each side had wins and losses.

The mood after that wasn’t so friendly anymore, and the students on the other side proposed a temporary extra round of competition.

This hadn’t been part of the original program. After the teacher leading the team came over and discussed it with everyone, a student said, "We’re not fighting for bread, we’re fighting for face. Of course we’ve got to accept the challenge."

After the leaders of both sides discussed it, they agreed to the extra competition. As for what to add, obviously it couldn’t be decided by just one side.

Afterwards, they were notified that each side would propose two extra events.

After urgent consultations, from the many suggestions on both sides they chose painting, music, Go, memory, and kung fu—events outside of the academic curriculum.

Xinyan knew a bit about painting, but didn’t dare go up there and embarrass herself. As for music, apart from the music classes at school, she’d never really studied it, so she skipped that outright.

Go was okay; she had occasionally played with her master, but her level was nothing special, so she naturally couldn’t use that to enter a match. When the final extra event announced for the friendly competition turned out to be kung fu, a smile appeared on Xinyan’s face.

Very soon everyone reported the events they were good at, and when they saw that both Xinyan and Jiang Peiqin had signed up for kung fu, everyone was quite surprised.

The teacher leading the team was especially shocked: "Xinyan, Peiqin, kung fu isn’t like the others. You’re bound to get hurt in a match. You two girls sure you don’t want to switch to another event?"

Jiang Peiqin was actually pretty good at painting and Go too, but when she saw that other classmates had already signed up for those, and only Xinyan had signed up for kung fu, she registered for both Go and kung fu.

Just now she’d seen a few of the students who’d signed up for kung fu on the other side huddling together whispering about something. "Don’t worry, teacher. Xinyan and I both know a bit of martial arts. It’s a friendly match anyway; we’ll pull our punches and won’t get hurt."

After she spoke, she exchanged a look with Xinyan; the two of them already had a plan in mind.

Besides kung fu, memory was Xinyan’s strong suit, so of course she signed up for that.

Xinyan went first for the added memory contest. After several rounds, only Xinyan and one opponent remained on the field. It was said that this opponent had participated in quite a few large-scale memory competitions and had done very well.

When they got to their final match, that person really belittled Xinyan in English, making the faces of the people in charge on both sides turn dark.

Only after a warning from his own team leader did that opponent rein it in a bit.

Xinyan stared at him without changing expression and said in fluent English, "We’ll see who’s still laughing at the end."

As the new round of competition was about to begin, Xinyan clearly saw a flash of smugness in her opponent’s eyes, and she sharply noticed the person in charge of setting the questions on the other side signal to her opponent.

Xinyan understood at once that there was probably something fishy about these questions.

Sure enough, over the next ten memory questions, the opponent ended up tied with her.

They probably hadn’t expected Xinyan to actually complete all of them, so the questions that followed became harder and harder.

After two more questions, Xinyan discovered the problem: her opponent was clearly panicking.

It looked like he must have seen and drilled the earlier questions in advance, but these next few he was clearly encountering for the first time.

He was just barely managing to keep up.

Just as she’d expected, when the next new question came out, Xinyan had already finished and put down her pen while he still hadn’t written everything, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

The final result went without saying. The guy couldn’t accept it; he stretched out both hands to clutch his head, staring at Xinyan in utter disbelief.