The day's lessons had just ended, and the children in the classroom were gathered together again. The children from the Miao family and the Han Clan had both seen Yezi and Xiao Xian's parents find their way to the temple and, thinking that the two of them must have dared each other to spend the night there the previous evening, they came to ask who won or lost.
"There was no winner or loser, it was a draw," Yezi said nonchalantly. Strictly speaking, neither he nor Xiao Xian had stayed overnight behind the temple at the burial ground, so they both lost, but he certainly wasn't going to tell them that.
"What do we do then? There can't be two tigers on the same mountain; we can't have two bosses," the children from the Miao family protested.
Xiao Xian didn't say a word. After all, this mess was Yezi's doing; it was only natural for him to deal with the aftermath.
