The speaker was a short, fat engineering man wearing glasses. He pushed his glasses down and sneered, "Why, you want to fight? This is an exhibition hall, not your Jingshi playground!"
Qiao Nian's brows furrowed slightly, and he finally understood where Qin Si's impulse to beat him came from. This guy really deserved a beating!
Qin Si was afraid that she would act impulsively, so he pulled the girl's arm and said forbearingly: "Forget it, Sister Qiao, don't pay attention to this idiot!"
The science and engineering guy probably heard Qin Si scolding him, and he didn't think it was enough, so he deliberately raised his voice and said, "I'm an idiot? Then what are you!"
"What achievements did your Jing City have in the weapons exhibition that made you so arrogant?"
He was talking about something else. He looked up and down at the nameplate on Qin Si's chest and sneered, "Oh, it turns out to be number 18."
“…” Qin Si glared at him angrily.
The short and fat man tilted his head and sneered at the person next to him: "I remember that there are only 20 delegations participating in the weapons exhibition this time. Is this number based on the performance of previous years?"
His colleagues were all around him, and seeing that they couldn't stop him, they could only respond awkwardly: "Okay, it seems so."
“Tsk!”
The short and fat man seemed to have caught something wrong. He turned around and laughed at Qiao Nian and the others: "So your performance is only ranked third from the bottom in history?!"
"Two delegations are participating for the first time this time, so there are no rankings. Strictly speaking, your third-to-last ranking is actually the last?"
"Haha, the last one threatens me and then what happens?"
The short and fat man seemed to be targeting Qiao Nian on purpose, looking mainly at her, not disguising his contemptuous attitude: "Does Master Cheng know that you are so arrogant?"
He even showed his contempt and arrogance on his face: "Or has your Jing City become so rotten that you can only rely on threatening words."
"Fuck you!" Qin Sijun's face had already turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was so furious that he couldn't control himself.
Qiao Nian put him behind her, seemingly unaware of the whispered discussions around them and the mocking looks directed at them.
"What are we betting on?"
"What?"
The girl looked at him with her dark narrow eyes, and even nonchalantly raised her red lips, a lazy arc, and stood there coldly: "You said so much, if you lose to us next time. You will apologize for what you just said, and don't participate in any international competitions for three years. How about it?"
Three years...
This period of time is neither long nor short, enough for a person to calm down.
The short and fat man didn't expect her to suddenly ask for a bet. With so many people watching, and him being so confident, if he said he didn't want to gamble at this time, it would seem like he couldn't afford to play...
He stared at the girls with a gloomy expression: "What if you lose?"
"It's up to you." Qiao Nian raised the corner of his mouth, lifted his cap, and revealed his overly eye-catching and beautiful face: "But we won't lose."
As soon as these words were spoken, the buzz of discussion around them became louder.
"Who is this person? Is he so crazy?"
"Li Xin's team is not weak, and its strength has always been among the top three. She took the initiative to propose a bet, and some will cry if they lose."
Qiao Nian seemed not to hear these voices. He looked straight at the hesitant short and fat man, raised his chin slightly, and said casually: "Want to bet?"
Li Xin himself is also one-quarter Beijinger.
His grandfather came from Beijing, but stayed there for many years for various reasons. He married a local woman and had a mixed-race child.
(End of this chapter)