Song Yan Ning picked up the challenge letter, didn't even glance at it, and tore it into pieces. She wasn't going to accept such a childish, boring challenge.
"Why did you tear it up?" a girl angrily glared at Song Yan Ning. Even if she was going to tear it, shouldn't she have read it first?
"Boring." Song Yan Ning lazily yawned and continued to rest her eyes, leaning on the desk.
The girl stared at Song Yan Ning for a while, stomped her foot in anger, and then left the classroom.
Mo Xier watched Song Yan Ning with concern, wanting to say something, but hesitated. With the challenge letter torn up, those people surely wouldn't let Song Yan Ning off the hook.
"Don't worry," Song Yan Ning's lazy voice spoke up.
