Since it was a competition, there should be a winner and a loser, as well as a reward and punishment. Otherwise, what was the point of it? During class, Song Lin had only mentioned that they were going to compete. They had not discussed the details yet. After class, he came over with a gloomy look on his face.
"Tan Rou, I want to challenge you!" Song Lin assumed a cool pose. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed his index finger at Tan Rou with his head tilted.
Tan Rou only felt that this posture was similar to the gangsters who blocked roads and robbed people in the past. Perhaps the gangsters no longer robbed people on streets in broad daylight and started threatening students instead?
"I'm not deaf. I've heard what you said in class. You don't have to repeat it." Tan Rou kept her cool composure as well.
Song Lin was very dissatisfied with her attitude. "Hey, I'm talking to you. What are you being so arrogant about?"
