As Chen Mo was squatting on the dining hall rafters gnawing on a chicken drumstick, a wave of murderous intent drifted up from under the eaves—the match pairings for the current Inner Sect Grand Competition had just been posted. His name and Ye Wuque's had been tied together with a red string in the shape of a bow, complete with a crooked little heart drawn right next to them.
"System Notification: You have been automatically entered into the 'Best Beating Received Award' contest. Odds: 1:999."
The Husky was trotting in circles beneath the bulletin list with Danwa in its jaws, its paw frantically scratching at Chen Mo's name. "Woof!" (Translation: The bookmaker for this tournament is Elder Nangong!)
Chapter 37