By this time, Zhao Xin had walked closer and closer, already entering the parking lot.
What Han Bing said had piqued Chen Bin's interest. He glanced at Han Bing and spoke with a hint of mystery, "That's great... I love making bets because I've never lost!"
"Since we're making a bet, Han Bing, what happens if you lose? And what if I lose?"
"Also, what do you mean by 'getting close'? If you expect me to just deal with Zhao Xin right here in the parking lot... that, I can't do!"
Han Bing rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, "Chen Bin, do you really think you're that irresistible? No one's asking you to 'deal with' Zhao Xin!"
"All you need to do is go up and give her a hug... but only if she agrees, then you win!"
In Han Bing's eyes, Zhao Xin was a rare gem of a student.
Chen Bin probably wouldn't even get close before Zhao Xin would make a quick exit. How could she possibly agree to a hug from Chen Bin?
