Yu Pingchuan's expression froze for a moment.
He felt that it was even more bitter...
"No, there's no need!"
Staring at the glass of ice-cold bitter melon juice that was so green that it could make a person panic, Yu Pingchuan's face also turned green.
Shen Li pushed the glass forward.
"Bitter melon juice is good for your health."
Yu Pingchuan gritted his teeth.
"I'm not angry! I'm fine!"
Shen Li blinked and withdrew her hand.
"That's good. Also, if you really don't want to drink this, I can order another cup for you. The odds for number seven aren't very high, but after this match, I still have the money to buy two more drinks."
Yu Pingchuan immediately felt as if he had been hit by an arrow in his knee, and his heart ached even more.
He endured it for a while before finally walking back. He sat down at the side and glared at the competition ground as he sulked.
