Losing would be utterly humiliating.
The key point is, Xie Ziyao is just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Hanging around behind him all the time, what kind of situation is that?
Qin Anhao has heard the rumors in the racing team.
They say Qin Anhao likes them young.
"I can't just accept this; I refuse to believe I can't beat you." Xie Ziyao adamantly dragged him to the shooting range.
Xie Ziyao, dressed in neat, efficient clothing, maintained a very standard posture.
After ten chances, Xie Ziyao ran up to check the score. She did even better than before; all the training days were not wasted.
"How about that, I've improved," Xie Ziyao said proudly looking at Qin Anhao, whose usual lowest performance matched her score today.
Though it was just his lowest standard, for Xie Ziyao, beating Qin Anhao still brought joy to her heart.
Besides, she felt younger than Qin Anhao and believed that with more hard training, she could definitely surpass him.
