Looking over, Su Jiameng realized she knew this person. He was the young man with Su Yanjing earlier, named something like Su Lu.
Always cheerful, Su Lu was now somewhat flustered, standing in front of Su Yanjing with hands on hips, angry, "Xiao Jing, didn't you say you'd participate in this competition and beat those guys thoroughly, but you actually ran away at the last minute."
"I didn't run." Su Yanjing disliked the term "ran away at the last minute," which was a humiliation and denial to him.
"You didn't run away... where were you when the match started? I was so angry, especially since I worked so hard, using all my arguments and energy, to bring you into the Iron Lion Team. I had told the captain you'd be participating..." Su Lu fumed.
Su Yanjing's eyes flickered, with a hint of mockery. He asked seriously, "What time did you say the competition starts?"
