Xia Ping Bet On Himself

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Just as Xia Ping was preparing for the quarter-finals in the afternoon, his father, Xia Chuanliu,

suddenly called.

"Hello, Dad, what's the matter?" Xia Ping took out his cell phone and answered.

Xia Chuanliu shouted, "Son, congratulations on entering the quarter-finals. I just want to ask you

one thing. Do you have a chance to win the championship this time? "

"Of course there is a chance, but why do you ask about this?" Xia Ping asked curiously.

Xia Chuanliu smiled: "Son, you don't know, this year's Tianshui City High School Fighting

Competition has been favored by the betting company. Because it is very popular, almost the whole

city is paying attention to it."

"So the betting company opened to bet on who will win the championship. The lowest odds are Qin Muyang, 1: 0.5, and the highest is you, 1: 10."

Hearing this, Xia Ping blinked his eyes and said, "Dad, do you want to gamble?"