"You're letting me choose?" The Turncoat Official's expression was impassive, and Nan Yuan couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
"You speak first, then I'll tell you," Nan Yuan didn't respond directly.
"I think... I want to compete with you in duilian," the Turncoat Official said in a calm tone.
"Duilian?" Nan Yuan frowned, "How do we determine the winner?"
"If I don't come up with the second line of the couplet, or if you do, I lose," the Turncoat Official offered a condition that was very disadvantageous to himself.
This guy, he's so confident?
Nan Yuan thought to himself, blinking.
"How is it determined if someone has come up with it? How is it determined if they haven't? I'm not very familiar with duilian, and if you're the one deciding if one wins or loses, that's very disadvantageous to me, I refuse," Nan Yuan made his choice.
He wasn't going to take the risk.