"I refuse to believe that you can master 15 subjects in one term, I'd never believe it, even if it killed me!"
"Zhang Fan, you just said words alone prove nothing, come on, let's put it in writing!" someone said mockingly.
"Yeah, yeah, put it in writing!"
"That's right, Zhang Fan, do you dare?"
Suddenly, a chorus of agreement rose among the group.
Zhang Fan cracked a cold smile and looked around at everyone with a chilling gaze, "Fine, let's do it, put it in writing, whoever chickens out is a coward!"
The atmosphere exploded with the words he spoke.
"Malaysia Ringgit, Zhang Fan, who the hell are you cursing at!" someone roared angrily.
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!" a tall guy almost two meters tall cracked his knuckles menacingly.
He didn't believe it—the guy had been laid out by Weng Zhigang before. Surely he could take down Zhang Fan!
Zhang Fan raised his hand and flipped the bird, "Come on then, anyone who doesn't is a coward!"
