Feng Shengyang didn't reply. He only said indifferently, "You don't have to care about this."
As he knew that asking about something he didn't want to talk about was useless, Feng Tianqi only patted his shoulder and teased, "Good luck then, Brother. That Yin Shaojie looks like he's very skilled, so don't lose to him. It would be ugly, given your superstar status."
"Do you think that I'll lose?" Feng Shengyang smirked confidently, his eyes flashing as he gazed upon the nearby Mu Xiaoxiao.
He was planning to use this match to show off in front of Mu Xiaoxiao, to show her that he was more talented than Yin Shaojie.
Thus, he could not, and must not lose.
Feng Tianqi snickered and said, "I don't wish for you to lose, of course. However, Yin Shaojie is a highly skilled opponent. I felt it when I met his eyes earlier, and I felt like having a match with him, though it looks like I'll have to wait."