"Ah! Youth is youth."
"Whose kid is this? If he were mine, I'd have already beaten him into a plump pig."
"It's infuriating just to think about it. Who could accept such a wasteful son?"
...
The crowd indulged in more cold and sarcastic remarks, bored senseless.
Lin Yifan couldn't help but criticize: "Give up, you're never going to win."
"Brother Lin, give me another chance." Lei Ming pleaded.
"Didn't you say you'd leave after three tries? Are you going back on your word?" Lin Yifan questioned sternly.
"I... I..."
Lei Ming dared not refute.
If Brother Lin gets angry, it's no joke; he might really abandon this unreliable promise-breaker if Lei Ming doesn't stick to his word.
After a struggle, he accepted it and followed Lin Yifan to leave.
However, he looked back at every step, reluctant to part.
Seeing his behavior, Lin Yifan was exasperated, asking patiently: "Are you upset because you couldn't learn my tricks or because you didn't win the bet?"
