"Huh? Young Master Yang, don't. Our school stands no chance of winning," someone despaired.
Ouyang Ya hooked up the corner of his mouth in a faint smile, "Young Master Yang, a gentleman must keep his word. If we lose, I'll give you whoever you want. But if your school loses, can you make that happen?"
"If Yang Gang can't, I will," Xia Ziyang, with his playful smile, chimed in.
"Oh, hello, Brother Ziyang," Ouyang Ya seemed to recognize Xia Ziyang.
Xia Ziyang chuckled, "I heard your bet just now. Quite interesting, isn't it? Little Ya, don't worry. If our school loses, you can pick from our students.''
The students from Haixing University were even more distressed upon hearing this.
Hey, hey, Mr. Chairman, don't join Young Master Yang in this reckless bet!
Yang Gang glanced at Xia Ziyang silently, not uttering a word.
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