Li Jingxuan clenched his small fist. He must win the competition for Yangyang!
"Hmph. Big words for a lazy brat who barely knows how to control his flame."
A cold, mocking voice interrupted their conversation. Liang Rui, another boy in the class, walked over with his arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. Liang Rui had been trying to befriend Shen Yang for months, but Shen Yang always ignored him to talk to Li Jingxuan. The jealousy had been eating away at him and seeing them so close made him angrier.
"Shen Yang, don't waste your breath on him," Song Chen sneered: "He doesn't even know how to forge. This is not a kitchen fire. You cannot just make sparks and call it skill. Li Jingxuan, if you're so confident, why don't we make this a double competition?"
Shen Xiao frowned: "Liang Rui, what are you trying to do?"
Liang Rui's expression stiffened slightly when Shen Xiao spoke up, he became even more irritated because Shen Yang was clearly speaking up for Li Jingxuan.
