The next day.
Si Fan went to the classroom and heard the classmates discussing the martial arts competition.
This martial arts competition had stirred up the entire internet, attracting even international contestants.
Song Zhi saw Si Fan enter the classroom and immediately approached with a grin, asking, "Sister Fan, have you thought it over? Do you want to join us to watch the competition tomorrow night?"
Si Fan sat in her seat, lazily leaning against the backrest with her legs crossed, "Not going."
Song Zhi blinked, "Why not? Are you really scared, Sister Fan?"
Si Fan: "I generally don't go out at night."
Song Zhi patted his chest with genuine camaraderie, "No worries, I'm here. I'll personally drive to your house, pick you up, and ensure you get there and back safely!"
Si Fan's pale fingers gently tapped the desktop, her eyes downcast, remaining silent for a moment.
