Cloudflow Finger

Fang Biya was furious, nearly forgetting her composure. "I am Fang Biya—the Miss Fang you keep talking about." Looking at Huo Hai, the anger and frustration in Fang Biya's heart swelled like a rising tide.

Huo Hai frowned. "So it's you. Then what is your purpose this time?" Fang Biya did not have a good impression of Huo Hai, so how could Huo Hai possibly have a good impression of her? Though she looked like a celebrity, he had seen plenty of celebrities on Earth. Huo Hai was certainly not like their first meeting; he did not even lose himself in a brief daze.

As long as he had strength, what kind of woman could he not find? A woman who did not even know him yet brought him a heap of trouble—how could Huo Hai possibly think well of her? Huo Hai's attitude made Fang Biya even angrier.

"This is the final match. As long as you win, I will date you. If you cannot even defeat me, then do not dream of anything."

Huo Hai spread his hands, showing no reaction at all. "Whatever. Even if you lose, I have no intention of dreaming about anything. If not for the academy's reward, I would have no problem admitting defeat right now." Huo Hai's attitude truly left people speechless.

Was this really the heroic figure rumored outside to have fought Huang Yun bravely for Fang Biya? Why did the relationship between these two look so strange? Even an ordinary person should not have acted like this when facing such a stunning beauty. In an instant, the plaza fell silent. The behavior of these two had shattered everyone's eyes all over the ground.

Fang Biya's willow-leaf brows furrowed, and she simply could not be bothered to say more to Huo