Yuran also laughed, her laugh brimming with charm, "Alright, what’s the fun in a bet if the stakes aren’t explosive? Why don’t we bet on something interesting? How about that?"
Zhou Cheng looked at her with surprise and smiled, "Tell me more!"
Fatty and the others watched Yuran with worried expressions, afraid she would say something astonishing, and the next second, she indeed did.
"Let’s both write a song and release it at the same time, within a seven-day deadline, with the bet lasting one month. Of course, if it’s ready earlier it can be released as a digital album for sale. The one with higher sales wins... As for the bet, if I win, your team Number 3 and Number 9 can just disband on the spot!"
"How presumptuous..." As soon as Yuran’s voice fell, someone behind Zhou Cheng looked at her with eyes full of underestimation, as if mocking her lack of self-awareness.
Fascinated, Zhou Cheng looked at Yuran’s companions from Team Number 13, "Do you speak for them? You might want to look at their faces right now; they’re quite a sight."
Fatty and the others were indeed somewhat disapproving. Yuran didn’t turn back to look at them but continued to speak, "I didn’t say I represent Team Number 13. I’m speaking for myself, betting against you."
Zhou Cheng was taken aback, "Miss, forgive my impolite question, but what makes you think you can compete with me? Sleep with me? Or become my woman?"
That frivolous tone would’ve infuriated any ordinary girl, but Yuran was different. She smiled with slightly curved lips, and with an even more frivolous gaze than Zhou Cheng’s, she looked at him, "If you’re capable, sure! Are we betting or not?"
"Yuran... you..." Fatty’s face had already changed when Zhou Cheng spoke those words, and he didn’t expect Yuran to confront it head-on.
It wasn’t that he lacked confidence in Yuran, but rather that Zhou Cheng and his team’s manipulability was too strong.
He was worried they would destroy Yuran.
Team Number 13’s other members also looked over anxiously, regretting coming here for the meal.
Dragging Yuran into the conflict between the two groups.
"Hahahaha..." Zhou Cheng’s eyes shone with a greedy anticipation as he looked at her, and Yuran could tell, though she chose to ignore it.
To compete with him in sales was something Zhou Cheng thought was overreaching for Yuran. As someone touted for his top-selling music, whom did he need to fear?
"Alright, Miss Yuran, we’ll bet as you suggested. If you lose, clean yourself up and wait for me in bed." He said as he tried to reach out and touch Yuran’s face, but she dodged, her eyes filled with a trace of disgust.
"Make sure you disband then if you lose."
Unable to touch her face, Zhou Cheng felt a tinge of regret, but laughed again when he heard her words, "Deal! Let’s go then!"
"Wait!" Fatty suddenly spoke out, "Zhou Cheng, let’s change the stakes. If Yuran loses, we of Team Number 13 will disband and resign, never to appear in Diyang again."
Zhou Cheng paused, turned his head with a frivolous smile, and refused, "Sorry, I’m not betting with you guys. I have no interest in you losers. The allure of a night with Miss Yuran is obviously much greater."
Fatty’s face changed abruptly.
Zhou Cheng continued to mock, "Fatty, that being said, not showing up in Diyang doesn’t mean you can’t appear elsewhere. It doesn’t mean leaving the industry. Your stake truly doesn’t compare to Miss Yuran’s offering."
Yuran frowned, "Show a little decency, Mr. Zhou. As far as I know, your journey to this day hasn’t been easy."
Zhou Cheng’s expression shifted slightly as he reevaluated Yuran. His lips curled into a mocking smile, and he walked away.
"Miss Yuran, we have a month. I hope you won’t regret it when the time comes. You must abide by the rules!"