"Yang, you bitch, take me on if you've got the guts!
You pack of mice hiding your heads! If you don't dare, tuck your tails between your legs and get the hell out!"
Zhou Duoduo shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice struck the hall's carved beams and reverberated with a buzzing roar, almost lifting the glazed roof tiles overhead.
She held her pretty face high, undisguised contempt and arrogance filling her eyes and brows. The crooked curl of her lips was brazenly smug. She looked exactly like a peacock spreading its tail, too proud to spare anyone a glance.
Her right hand shot up, her slender middle finger pointing straight at Yang Jihua. The silver ornaments on her finger flashed coldly. Her provocative stance made it seem she wanted nothing more than to grind the other woman's dignity beneath her heel.
Beside her, Zhang Lin, Du Xiangmei, and the others felt as though ten thousand hornets had burrowed into their heads, leaving their minds buzzing in chaos.
They exchanged looks, their eyes full of shock and bewilderment. Zhou Duoduo had always been fiery and unruly, but she usually knew where to draw the line. When had she ever acted this recklessly, this crazily?
Had she accidentally swallowed some potent pill and lost her reason entirely?
Faced with this blunt challenge, Yang Jihua froze briefly, then curled her lips in icy disdain and sneered:
"Hmph, a wager it is! Why would I be afraid of a crude little wild girl like you?
Tell me, what stakes do you want?"
She silently weighed the situation. The poem she had just composed had stunned everyone present. The guests throughout the hall had showered her with praise, and even several literary elders had nodded their approval.
Zhou Duoduo, meanwhile, was