Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 42 Do You Dare?
Lu Feifan yelled loudly at Long Qianyao's back.

God knows, he really wants to fight this white-haired monster this time, even if he loses, it doesn't matter, this is a contest between men, but he actually threw him aside for a bet or something .

Hearing his words, Long Qianyao paused, although he always wanted to fight him, and wanted to see if he had any abilities.

However, compared with that samurai sword, that one still attracted him more.

Thinking about it, he ignored Lu Feifan's words and ran to the phone in a hurry.

"you……"

Lu Feifan pointed at Long Qianyao's back, and couldn't help jumping.

Long Qianyao stretched out his finger and pressed a few times on the keyboard, and the call was connected after a while.

As soon as the phone was connected, he immediately yelled out.

"Brother An, does the samurai sword bet from last time still count??"

"What - Roland issued a challenge to the campus king??"

"How do you know!! Brother An is really a god, I admire you!!"

"...That bet is of course still worth it."

An Moran ignored Long Qianyao's flattery and said in a low voice.

"Really, then that knife is in my pocket! Hahaha!"

After finishing speaking, Long Qianyao laughed arrogantly.

"Then how about we bet a little bit bigger!? Cough cough——"

"...Okay, Brother An, are you feeling unwell??"

Hearing An Moran's clear cough on the other end of the phone, Long Qianyao immediately asked worriedly.

Hearing his question, even Yin Xiyan, who had been indifferent by the window, turned his head and looked at him.

"It's nothing, just a slight cold."

"I have a cold! Then I can rest assured."

Hearing what he said, the tense expression on Long Qianyao's face suddenly relaxed.

"That bet, what should I say!"

Long Qianyao continued to ask, if the bet gets bigger, does it mean that if he wins, he can—hehe!
He had to think carefully about what other good things he was interested in in Brother An's house.

This kind of thing is an opportunity that cannot be missed, and it will never come again!
"I said, Roland will win our entire Rose of the Night Club. I bet she wins. If she wins, I want you to keep your hair shaved for a year!!'

"..."

After hearing An Moran's words, Long Qianyao's arrogant smile froze on his face, and he fell silent, silently.

Did Brother An take the wrong medicine? ?If you support this girl so much, could it be that he has also taken a fancy to her?Passionate picture feast
impossible!Doesn't Brother An have someone he loves deeply? ?He also saw the picture of the girl in his bedroom.

Even if they empathize with each other, the temperament of that girl and Roland are completely different. Why did An's taste become so strange all of a sudden!
But it's not this, what is Brother An doing for it!It's really puzzling! !
Also, he said he asked himself to shave off his hair, and now it's been a year, how much he hates his hair!

Could it be that he is jealous that he is more handsome and cooler than him! ?

Jealous of my flowing silver hair.

I really can't figure out when Brother An had such a quirk.

"Hey~~ Do you dare to bet!"

An Moran waited on the phone for a while, but there was no response from Long Qianyao.

"Then Roland challenges the Rose of the Night Club, will you join?"

(End of this chapter)