Yuran also laughed, her laugh brimming with charm, "Alright, what's the fun in a bet if the stakes aren't explosive? Why don't we bet on something interesting? How about that?"
Zhou Cheng looked at her with surprise and smiled, "Tell me more!"
Fatty and the others watched Yuran with worried expressions, afraid she would say something astonishing, and the next second, she indeed did.
"Let's both write a song and release it at the same time, within a seven-day deadline, with the bet lasting one month. Of course, if it's ready earlier it can be released as a digital album for sale. The one with higher sales wins... As for the bet, if I win, your team Number 3 and Number 9 can just disband on the spot!"
"How presumptuous..." As soon as Yuran's voice fell, someone behind Zhou Cheng looked at her with eyes full of underestimation, as if mocking her lack of self-awareness.