Bet

Compared to the school of alchemy, the school of weapon refining had more students. But the difference was not big.

On stage, three hundred students stood in groups.

Shen Xu was in a group of two with Song Wancheng.

"Are you ready?" Shen Xu asked.

"What about you?"

"Ready." The double said with a confident smile.

"Shall we compete for speed?"

"I would rather compete for quality."

"What's the prize?"

"What do you want?"

When he heard the question, Song Wancheng looked around and leaned over to whisper into the double's ear.

"Don't get so close." Shen Xu protested and took a step back.

"Isn't it because I don't want other people to overhear."

"And you think whispering will help?" Shen Xu rolled his eyes.

"You are right." Song Wancheng said with a troubled expression.

"Why don't you imply if you can't speak clearly."

"I want that thing."

"Can't you be more specific?"