Cui Xiaoyu shrugged her shoulders, "Sure, let's do it. But no crying when it comes to it."
Wanyang, who was squatting next to her and warming himself by breathing into his hands, laughed awkwardly and raised an eyebrow at Kanglan, "You, you, you could still back out now if you want."
"You're practically frozen, keep quiet, please." Kanglan moved around to the back of Wanyang and placed her cold hands on his neck, which caused him to howl like a pig being slaughtered. She then hummed, "Who knows who will win or lose, reaching level twenty could be a game-changer."
"I bet twenty bucks that Yu wins." Wanyang, who had been startled by the chill, glared at Kanglan before turning to the others and clapping his hands, "Why don't we continue this gathering in the game tonight? None of us have anything important going on, right?"
The crowd, who had not yet had their fill, seemed somewhat interested.
"I'm OK," Yidong was the first to nod, "Nothing big happening in the game recently."
