"Alright, alright, I won't call you that if you don't like it!" The youth pouted his red lips, clearly dissatisfied, and muttered softly, "And my name is Han Xiaoxu, not Xiaoxu. You're the one who keeps messing up names. It's like officials can set fires, but the common folk can't even light lanterns. I despise you."
Seeing that the other party wasn't paying him any attention, Han Xiaoxu continued to grin cheekily as he approached the boy, "Hey, Hua… uh, Jinghao, considering how boring it is down there, should I go up and join the fun? Maybe snag first place while I'm at it!"
Listening to the braggart's words from below, Hua Jinghao glanced at Han Xiaoxu with slanted eyes, "Do you want the prize that badly?"
"Not interested." He shook his head; he wasn't lacking in girls' affections.
"Or do you want to be recruited into their secret organization?"
