Zhao Yuan was touched, but still said, "Is that really a good idea?"
Yang Zi laughed. "It's just skipping a class. What's the big deal? We've already decided. As your friends, we have to be there to cheer you on! But let's get this straight first: if you win, you have to treat us to duck blood and vermicelli soup. I hear it's a famous snack in Jinling, and we want to try it."
Zhao Yuan agreed, "No problem. But what if I lose?"
Yang Zi chuckled. "You? Lose? Are you kidding me! If only there were bookies taking bets on this medical duel, I'd bet all my living expenses on you and win a fortune!"
Zhao Yuan hadn't expected Yang Zi to have even more confidence in him than he did. He couldn't help but smile.
While they were talking, Zhao Yuan made his way back to Dorm 301.
