Miss Yun's reasoning left Chen Feng utterly astonished.
This kind of logic, if not used in scriptwriting, would indeed be a waste.
But what was more regrettable was that Miss Yun had guessed wrong!
"Miss Yun, the league is, after all, a solemn contest, and it could not possibly be as outrageously rigged as you think," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Nothing is impossible," Miss Yun said.
Chen Feng shrugged and said, "Alright, think whatever you want."
"Hehe, if you want me to believe you, it's not difficult. Just fight me."
"Yun'er, don't be impolite."
Yang Jing immediately said.
Although his expression was serious, Chen Feng could see that in Yang Jing's eyes, there was an expectation that he would agree to fight Miss Yun.
For a moment, Chen Feng said nothing.
"See, you dare not agree to fight me, right? Hehe, just as I thought, your contest is indeed rigged," Miss Yun said disdainfully.
