Feeling the expectant gazes of the crowd, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, it seemed that today he had no choice but to agree.
"How about it? Chen Feng, I'm asking if you dare to duel with me?" Zhong Siquan's lips curled up in a cold smile, his tone aggressive.
"Then let's do it!" Chen Feng gave a faint smile, speaking indifferently.
"Good, you've got guts!" A triumphant look flashed in Zhong Siquan's eyes.
Afterward, he pointed to Qi Xiaofei and the four teammates behind him, then looked at Chen Feng and said, "I've picked my teammates already, now you pick yours. To be fair, you can choose any boy from our class!"
"Oh? Really? Since when have you become so generous?" Chen Feng chuckled, his tone teasing.
"Hmph, Young Master Zhong is always this generous!" Zhong Siquan snorted coldly, then turned to the boys and said, "Anyone who wants to be on Chen Feng's team, step forward now and don't waste time!"
