"Alright, looking forward to your good news." The short-haired girl curled her lips, impatient with the provocation from Class Seven, unexpectedly agreeing so impulsively.
Yun Yue walked forward, hands in her pockets, cool and swaggering. Her eyes were sharp and cold as she spoke, "Since it's a bet, shouldn't there be a little something up for grabs?"
It was mid-September and the autumn wind tousled the hair by her ears, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth, both cold and proud.
"Something up for grabs? Sure, we can't let you guys from Class Seven off easy." The short-haired girl looked at her, scoffing at the idea that someone with zero points dared to speak up.
Her gaze landed on Yun Yue's delicate face, and envy surged in her heart.
"If Class Seven wins, Class One will take turns supplying you with drinking water for a whole semester, but if you lose, Class Seven will supply us with water for a semester!"
