Su Jiu quickly looked over and saw Han Siye punch out.

Bang! 

Rong Si’s face was struck hard, and he staggered back, his back hitting the railing.

The corner of his lips split, and blood suddenly seeped out. It actually made his handsome face look more seductive, like that of a thousand-year-old demon.

Clang!

The referee rang the bell. The match was over. Han Siye had won.

Frowning, Han Siye walked up to Rong Si and extended a hand to him.

Rong Si ignored him. He stood up and wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hey, why didn’t you avoid it just now?”

Han Siye frowned. He could tell that Rong Si was on par with him. He could have dodged just now, but he didn’t, as if he was just waiting to be hit.

I wonder what this kid is planning?!

Rong Si’s eyes flashed with an obscure light. He didn’t answer. “I’m willing to admit defeat.”

“I’m glad you know. I thought you were going back on your word.”

Rong Si glanced at him casually and said unhurriedly, “Make a request. What do you want me to do?”

Han Siye stood under the spotlight with a smug smile.

After a two-second pause, he said, “If I ask you to leave Little Jiu, would you agree?”

Rong Si’s pupils contracted. “No, I can’t.”

Han Siye had long expected his reaction. He suddenly sneered and raised his chin in disdain. “Tsk, look at how nervous you are. How useless! Little Jiu likes you, and I like her so much. Would I bear to make her sad?”

“So what do you want me to do?”

Han Siye did not answer. The two youths faced each other, and the atmosphere was uneasy.

“Never mind. I haven’t thought of it yet. I’ll tell you when I have.”

Han Siye said this because he saw how anxious Su Jiu was below the stage.

When he saw how worried she was about Rong Si, his heart sank. He was not as happy as he should have been after winning this fight.

“Sure,” Rong Si replied. He turned and walked off the stage.

Su Jiu immediately ran toward him and worriedly looked at his injured face. “Rong Si, are you okay?”

Rong Si grimaced and ruffled her hair. “I’m fine.”

“The corner of your mouth is bruised, and you say you’re fine? And are you hurt? Let me see.” Nervous, she turned him around to check on him.

She was relieved to make sure he was okay.

Han Siye stood at the side and saw how worried Su Jiu was. All her attention was on Rong Si, and he felt rather upset.

Suddenly, he felt like he’d rather be the one getting hit.

He would rather lose.

As long as…

As long as he could enjoy a trace of the warmth she gave him.

Han Siye smirked, his smile self-deprecating and bitter.

As he was thinking, someone punched his arm.

Han Siye frowned and turned around. He saw Song Xinyan walk to his side and angrily say, “Isn’t this kind of fight supposed to stop when it’s time? Why did you hit him so hard? Rong Si is injured!”

“I went easy on him, okay?” Han Siye snorted and glanced at Rong Si with hostility. “If not for Little Jiu, I would have beaten him down!”

However, why was that guy suddenly in a daze?

And let me punch him for no reason?

Han Siye thought about it carefully. D*mn, could he have done it on purpose?