Chapter 1127 That Cold (Part 3)

"Young Master Su, did you... really agree?" Hearing Su Chen's firm and powerful voice, Xuu Ting was increasingly uneasy, feeling impulsive at heart.

"What else?" Su Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Then! Then let's go!" Xuu Ting blushed.

He saw the meaning in Su Chen's eyes—whether to go or not? If you're a man, be straightforward. So, Xuu Ting gritted his teeth; despite regret and fear, he still had to go.

Having said those words, if he backed out now, regardless of what Su Chen would think of him, he'd become a laughingstock in front of so many watching students.

Although Xuu Ting calmed down and felt there was a 99.9% chance that Su Chen would lose, there was always that tiny possibility.

Moreover, even if Su Chen really lost, he wouldn't likely lose his life. That person, though ruthless, never takes lives.

Of course, if Su Chen lost, Xuu Ting would get a good beating too, and might end up lying in bed for a month again. But it was worth it, at least he wouldn't become a joke.