The Loser Will...

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. He turned around and saw a person whose face was covered with notes; his face could not be seen clearly.

He put his hand on his forehead. "Who is that?"

"Grandpa Shen's grandson, Shen Xun," Song Yaoyao explained.

"What about them...?"

He drew a circle with his fingers, his eyes full of interest.

"My classmates are all very stupid. It's boring to play with them." Song Yaoyao sighed. "I guess, it's lonely to be at the top!"

"Oh? So confident?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously.

"I'll play with you when we get home."

Song Yaoyao felt excitement stirring. She raised her chin and agreed proudly, "Okay! Let's be clear in advance. I won't let you win!"

"Okay."

Huo Yunque curled his lips and rubbed the tape mark on her face with his fingers. "But the bet has to be changed."

"Changed? Changed to what?"