Su Penghao's eyes shone with anticipation as he said this.
Defeating Forget Chuan would be like slap to her face!
This girl didn't look very much older than him. What did she have to deserve to be their trainer?
All eyes were on Qiao Lian now, bright with anticipation of an outstandingly exciting match.
Qiao Lian bit her lips when she heard this.
She tightened her fists in her pockets.
Her gaze fell on somebody's laptop that was resting on the living room table. On its screen was the familiar Lot interface. It attracted her, making it impossible for her to resist.
Still biting her lips, she felt the temptation to accept the challenge. Her fingers began to tremble.
Qiao Lian looked down in an attempt to hide her own disappointment.
Then she said softly, "I dare not."
Upon these three words, the room fell silent.
