"Su Yue, let's skip the nonsense. Today, I'm here to seize power... No, actually, I'm here to run for class president."
Liao Ji's lips barely touched the teacup; he might have drunk too quickly and the water was hot, causing his forehead to tingle.
"Speak, what's your method of seizing power?"
Su Yue smiled slightly.
"We're all martial artists, so of course, we should use the way of martial artists—a one-on-one duel.
"The first election, I didn't understand the rules, didn't know the assessment involved taking a beating, so I admitted my loss candidly.
"This time, I want to restore my reputation.
"Su Yue, we're quite familiar with each other. You should know my combat skill level well."
Liao Ji handed the thermos cup to someone beside him, his face full of longing.
The persona of an invincible man of virtue cannot collapse.
"So, shall we start the fight?"
Su Yue's expression didn't change.
"Su Yue, I won't bully you.
