Yuan Ruxin couldn't understand.
She impatiently said, "Aren't you basically saying that you refuse to compete with me?"
Zhi'er couldn't believe how dense she was.
The little fellow shook his head helplessly.
"Fortunately, the master didn't take you as a disciple, otherwise, he would faint three times a day from anger!"
Mo Yanchi's refusal to take Yuan Ruxin as a disciple had always been her disgrace.
Unexpectedly, Zhi'er was bold enough to mention it.
Yuan Ruxin gritted her teeth in anger: "Master Mo accepting you is his biggest failure! You don't even dare to compete with me in poetry!"
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes: "Compete, who said I wouldn't?"
Yuan Ruxin was stunned: "But you just gave a long speech, weren't you saying..."
The little fellow didn't want to bother with her anymore, lifting her teacup: "Figure it out yourself."
Yuan Ruxin furrowed her brows in deep thought.
Then, the poetry contest began bustlingly.
