"Wang Xiaoqiang, how about this? To save everyone's time, let's bet on three rounds. Each round we compete with a poem, and whoever wins two rounds is the victor. This way, it doesn't seem like I'm bullying you, right!"
Long Yin knew that Ann Miaoyi was watching from afar at this moment, so he felt a bit impatient. He wanted to quickly showcase his talents, defeat Wang Xiaoqiang, make Wang Xiaoqiang crawl under his pants, vent Ann Miaoyi's anger, and win her favor.
In his haste, he simplified the contents of the literary duel.
Wang Xiaoqiang, also someone who dislikes trouble, naturally agreed when he saw this and nodded, saying, "No problem, you can set the topic."
In order to make Wang Xiaoqiang lose convincingly, Long Yin said, "I won't set the topic, let someone else set the topic. This way it seems more fair."
"Alright, then let my sister set the topic temporarily." Wang Xiaoqiang pushed Dai Yu forward.
Long Yin stared at Dai Yu with a playful smile and said, "No problem."
