"Bai Qiao, let it go."
Yan Weifeng raised a hand to stop Bai Qiao, then immediately shifted his gaze to Qin Yang.
"Since you don't want to compete, how about we have a shooting contest instead? Five shots each, I'll give you a one-shot lead. The loser has to hop around the basketball court like a frog."
Yan Weifeng eyed Qin Yang and said straightforwardly.
In his view, the condition was already generous; if this guy still refused, it would mean he was chickening out, potentially lowering his standing in her mind considerably.
However, if Qin Yang accepted and lost, the frog jump would be enough to make him a laughingstock for those around. Yan Weifeng was quite confident in his shooting abilities.
At this time, Ouyang Qing and Zhao Youliang had already approached, naturally hearing Yan Weifeng's words.
"So it's a challenge to Qin Yang for a contest, but why is Yan Weifeng, a member of the school basketball team, so insistent on competing with Qin Yang?"
