"Are you afraid to compete with me?" Jing Yang said proudly, "I'm very good at playing Red Light, Green Light."
"Goading me?" Youyou arched a brow. "I'm not falling for that."
"If you don't accept the game, it means you're automatically giving up." Jing Yang pretended to reach for the orange. "It means this orange belongs to me."
"Hold on!" Little Yichen became anxious. "It's just a game of Red Light, Green Light. Let's compete. Who's afraid?"
"Sure." Jing Yang sat up straight and said, "Come on, who wants to compete with me first?"
"I'll go first then." Little Yichen's desire to win was aroused, and he sat down on the bed as well.
"Three, three, four, four. We're all frozen. No talking, no moving."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two boys looked at each other without moving. It was as if they were petrified as they looked at each other.
