Xiong Liang's face turned iron blue, raising his hand and pointing at Bi Xia: "This time, it's a challenge declared by Class D. Do you dare to accept it?!"
"You can't beat me in a fight, nor can you win against me in a race, and now you're pulling this stunt," Bi Xia laughed softly, the crisp laugh was pleasant yet hard to tell male from female, he casually tidied his bangs. "Fine, considering you've finally raised a class challenge, let's hear your conditions."
"It's very simple," Xiong Liang lifted his head, working hard to ignore Bi Xia's recent words, "This midterm exam, let's see which class has the most people in the top ten of the grade, and the class ranking should not fall below the top five of the grade."
"If our class wins, your Class H will collectively shout in the playground that you are trash, and then you, Bi Xia, will kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!"
"Alright, we'll admit defeat."
