Qin Zigui was indeed not a particularly easy-going person.

But he has always been indifferent and aloof, rarely showing such strong aggression. Moreover, in his memory, Xue Yi and Qin Zigui did not seem to have any grudges or conflicts. Why did Qin Zigui suddenly become like he was on steroids?

Sheng Yan didn't quite understand at first.

It wasn't until Qin Zigui had already made appointments at the shooting range and set a time that Fu Yun and Gou You insisted on coming along to join in the fun, and the group of people noisily got into taxis in batches, that Sheng Yan couldn't help but ask, "Qin Zigui, where did you get such a big problem with Brother Yi?"

Qin Zigui did not answer him directly, but simply turned his head to look out the window and said indifferently, "Do you call everyone 'brother'?"

Perhaps because it was drizzling outside the window, the sky darkened earlier than usual. When Qin Zigui turned his head to the side, his face was hidden in the dim light of the day, and his emotions were completely unreadable.

Sheng Yan knew he was unhappy.

However, the reason for this unhappiness could not be determined.

He didn't know where he had offended Qin Zigui by calling Xue Yiyi "brother," but it was just a nickname he used when he was a child.

At that time, besides Pang Hu and his group, the main residents in the government compound were him, Qin Zigui, Fu Yun, and Xue Yi, four kids of similar age.

Qin Zigui and Xue Yi were a year older than each other, and at the adults' insistence, Sheng Yan reluctantly called Xue Yi "brother".

However, because the elders of the Xue and Fu families held positions several ranks lower than those of the Qin and Sheng families, their relationship with each other was not very close. Furthermore, Xue Yi was not as good-looking as Qin Zigui, so when Sheng Yan was young, he only liked to cling to Qin Zigui and call him "brother, brother." He mostly just called Xue Yi "Brother Yi" in a less familiar way.

They officially became close friends when they were in elementary school. Several families decided to send these mischievous kids to learn shooting together, so they wouldn't be bothered by the water guns splashing water all day in the yard.

Among the children who learned shooting together, Qin Zigui was naturally uninterested in shooting. He only learned it to accompany Sheng Yan, to make sure he didn't get into trouble, and to go to and from school with him. By the time he got to junior high school, he was too lazy to even join the school team.

Fu Yun, on the other hand, was of average talent. In junior high school, he bribed his way into the school team in order to get a second-level athlete certificate, but he couldn't win any competitions and quit in his third year of junior high.

The remaining Xue Yi has above-average talent, not the best, but he is more hardworking and willing to spend more time and energy training than anyone else. Therefore, he is basically in the top three in the school team and has a chance to win awards in the district and city competitions.

But it was Sheng Yan who attracted everyone's attention at that time.

Just like the amazing talent that Sheng Yan showed in all sports since childhood, every time he held a gun, it seemed to be an extension of his body. He had a natural and innate confidence and composure, and he won the district and city championships in his age group with ease.

So many people thought that Sheng Yan would go straight down the path of shooting and become a real athlete. However, he made a mistake during the city team selection. In the 25-meter men's rapid fire pistol competition, he lost the last city team spot to Xue Yi by one point.

Qin Zigui naturally wouldn't dislike Xue Yi because of this, after all, there are so many referees and coaches on the field, and they all speak based on solid results.

If there was any reason that made him unhappy, it was probably because the mistakes he made in the Shengyan City selection competition were more or less related to Xue Yi.

Because Sheng Yan and Xue Yi often trained and competed together during junior high school, they had a relatively close relationship.

Just then, Xue Yi's family experienced a series of misfortunes. His father was suspended from his job, and his mother divorced and left. After training, Xue Yi often found himself either without food or being beaten and verbally abused by his alcoholic father.

The elders in the courtyard tried to dissuade him several times, but to no avail. Even after calling the police, they only said it was a father disciplining his son and that it would be resolved with some mediation. As a result, the behavior gradually escalated.

Sheng Yan couldn't bear to see Xue Yi like this, so he would always take Xue Yi to his house for meals and homework, and only let Xue Yi go back after his father fell asleep.

Xue Yi wished he could join the city team, because if he joined the city team he could live in the sports school, train for free, and receive a national salary, which would allow him to get rid of his father and live a peaceful life.

After Sheng Yan learned of his thoughts, the nanny at home changed the nutritional meals she prepared for him and Qin Zigui from two to three portions. Ms. Xu also occasionally brought Xue Yi along to the personal trainer she hired for him.

It can be said that Xue Yi was able to train with peace of mind until the city team selection competition thanks entirely to Sheng Yan.

However, on the night before the city team selection, Sheng Yan was training well at school when Fu Yun suddenly ran over to him and said that Xue Yi had run into trouble at home and asked Sheng Yan to go over there quickly.

Sheng Yan didn't think much of it at the time and followed Fu Yun to Xue Yi's house. There he saw Xue Yi kneeling on the ground, and his father was drunk and had things smashed all over the ground.

Sheng Yan didn't intend to reason with the drunkard. He grabbed Xue Yi and started to leave. But for some reason, even though they had reached the door, Xue Yi suddenly turned around and shouted at his father, "It's because of this awful state of yours that my mother doesn't want you anymore!" This completely enraged the drunk middle-aged man, who grabbed an inkstone from the table and threw it at them.

Xue Yi, who was facing the direction from which the inkstone was thrown, reacted quickly and dodged it. The heavy and hard inkstone then hit the unsuspecting Sheng Yan directly from behind.

Right shoulder center.

The right shoulder is the most important part of a shooter's body.

That day, Ms. Xu unusually displayed the strong and ruthless side she showed at home, directly calling the police to detain Xue Yi's father and finding the best doctors, but to no avail.

The intense, dull pain of the blow hitting his bone made it extremely difficult for Sheng Yan to even lift his right arm, let alone fire accurately and rapidly.

Despite his determination to finish the competition the next day, two mistakes resulting in a score of 9.6 caused him to lose to Xue Yi by a single point.

Xue Yi was able to secure the last spot in the city team, while Sheng Yan missed his prime training years due to conservative treatment recommended by the doctor.

Sheng Yan still remembers that after the competition that day, his right shoulder was so painful that he couldn't feel it anymore, his lips were bleeding from being bitten, his face was deathly pale, and he was so sweaty that he could barely open his eyes. He even almost fainted.

Ms. Xu cried that day, which was unusual for her. Qin Zigui's face was also unusually pale. After taking him back to the hospital and settling him in, he left without saying a word.

Sheng Yan didn't know what Qin Zigui did or said after that; he only knew that Xue Yi never came to see him again after that.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yi was blocked by him without his knowledge.

Sheng Yan asked almost definitively, "Qin Zigui, tell me honestly, did you block Xue Yi?"

"Hmm." Qin Zigui looked out the window and didn't deny it. "I blocked you in front of you that day."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan vaguely remembered that Qin Zigui had always known his phone password, so Qin Zigui had indeed fiddled with his phone for a while in front of him that day, and then said, "Don't contact this kind of person anymore."

However, because Qin Zigui's expression was so unpleasant at the time, I was too busy coaxing Qin Zigui to take the matter to heart.

"How can you be so petty? We grew up together, after all. Is it really necessary? Besides, he didn't do it on purpose." Sheng Yan clicked his tongue in disgust, sounding utterly heartless.

Qin Zigui felt a lump in his throat, and turned around, about to say something, but when he met Sheng Yan's clear and innocent eyes, the words stuck in his throat.

After being stuck in traffic for ages, all I could do was sigh and say, "Never mind."

Then he turned to look out the window again.

Although Sheng Yan didn't understand what he was talking about, he knew that Qin Zigui had a strange aversion and hostility towards Xue Yi since junior high school. In order to show his stance, he patted Qin Zigui's shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, although you are a bit stingy, it's because I bought you that I'm here, so I'm still unconditionally on your side."

"Thank you so much," Qin Zigui replied expressionlessly, then gestured for the driver to stop. "Sir, we've arrived. Please stop for a moment, thank you."

The Road shooting range they visited is the largest, best, and earliest approved private shooting range in Nanwu.

The current actual owner behind the scenes, Lu Yu, has some kinship ties with the Qin family. When they were young, he always liked to tease Qin Zigui and Xiao Shengyan every day because he was four or five years older. That's why Qin Zigui was able to book such a large venue on short notice; otherwise, just going through the formalities would have taken a long time.

Xue Yi was familiar with this place because he had previously benefited from Sheng Yan's private training sessions.

When Qin Zigui and Sheng Yan got out of the car, they found that Xue Yi had already arrived.

He looked like he had just returned from a break from the city team. He was still carrying his suitcase and wearing the city team uniform. He was standing at the door, looking down at his phone. When he heard the noise, he looked up, saw Sheng Yan, and immediately smiled brightly and called out, "Ayan."

He was tall and handsome, with a slightly tanned complexion from long-term training. When he smiled, his teeth were dazzlingly white, revealing a genuine joy and happiness at seeing his old friend again.

Although the affection between Sheng Yan and him had long faded, he couldn't bring himself to hit a smiling face. Just as he was about to step forward and say a few words, Qin Zigui silently blocked his way, then turned to look at him and whispered, "Go register the guns and the venue first."

Even if Sheng Yan was slow to realize, he could tell that Qin Zigui wanted to talk to Xue Yi alone.

Thinking of Qin Zigui's unfounded hostility, Sheng Yan assumed that there was some private grudge between them that he was unaware of, and without thinking further, casually replied, "Okay."

They followed the staff to the gun registration office.

Only after his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did the two of them turn their gazes back to each other.

As if on cue, Xue Yi smiled knowingly: "I didn't expect you and Sheng Yan to still be so close. I heard you two had a falling out, and I thought..."

"Don't assume that my relationship with Sheng Yan is different from yours. No matter how much we argue or fight, it won't change." The meaning behind the simple statement was self-evident.

Xue Yi simply lowered his head and chuckled, as if mocking Qin Zigui, or perhaps mocking himself: "What's so different about us? You and I are exactly the same."

Fine raindrops pattered against the grass, trees, bricks, and stones, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

Qin Zigui's voice sounded somewhat distant amidst the pattering rain: "It's still different. At least I won't hurt him."

"I've said it before, that wasn't my intention." Xue Yi watched the raindrops fall between the bricks and stones without looking up.

Qin Zigui replied, "Whether it was your true intention or not, you know it yourself."

Xue Yi paused slightly.

Qin Zigui continued, "Why did you only look for Sheng Yan that day, instead of anyone else? Why did you have to provoke your father when you would never talk back to him before? And you should know in your heart whether you deserved a spot in the city team. Sheng Yan is simple and kind, and doesn't want to overthink things, but that doesn't mean no one will think about him. Do you think Aunt Xu can't see through your thoughts? She just doesn't want Sheng Yan's kindness to be wasted. So you'd better stay away from him like before and don't provoke him again, otherwise you'll leave the city team the same way you got in."

Qin Zigui's tone was so calm it was almost indifferent.

Xue Yi's fingertips, hanging by his sides, dug deeper and deeper into his palm.

"Also, I told you, don't call him Ayan, I feel disgusted by him."

Qin Zigui added another sentence casually.

But it was as if he had touched Xue Yi's last line of defense, which made him finally unable to help but look up and sneer, his expression full of self-mockery, bitterness, and contempt: "Don't you find it disgusting to call him Ayan? Which of us has the right to look down on the other?"

The moment the words fell, their eyes met directly, the unspoken malice between enemies clearly evident.

The sound of rain gradually grew louder.

When Fu Yun and his group arrived at the entrance of the shooting range with Zhu Peng and Gou You, this was the scene they saw. They all instinctively stopped and hesitated for a moment before Fu Yun cautiously stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Um... Brother Yi, are you alright?"

"No." Xue Yi usually gets along well with everyone. When he saw people coming, he immediately smiled and said, "What could Qin Zigui and I have to do? He's just still unhappy about the city team selection competition. It's nothing serious."

Fu Yun had always been closer to Xue Yi since childhood, and she was both jealous and resentful of Qin Zigui and Sheng Yan, who were from better families and had better talents than her. Upon hearing this, she immediately retorted to Qin Zigui: "Is it really necessary to talk about something like this? Sheng Yan didn't get selected by the city team, so he blames Brother Yi? It's as if Sheng Yan would have been guaranteed a spot on the city team if this hadn't happened. You should know that the city team isn't like Shiwai, it's not something that some Ms. Xu can just buy her way in with money. So Qin Zigui, don't go looking for trouble here and stick your neck out for your master."

"Watch your mouth." Fu Yun had just finished speaking when a lazy and cold voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw Sheng Yan with earmuffs around his neck, leaning against the wall, his eyebrows and eyes arrogant and indifferent. "It's hard to say whether I can get into the city team, but at least if Xue Yi can get in, I can get in too."

He originally had no hostility towards Xue Yi, and only came to this competition to shut up trash like Fu Yun. However, he just couldn't stand anyone making things difficult for Qin Zigui, so he inexplicably made a particularly provocative and sarcastic remark.

Whom they want to protect is obvious.

Xue Yi's fingers, hanging by his side, curled up again.

Sheng Yan acted as if he hadn't seen it, and simply straightened up lazily: "Alright, the competition venue has been prepared. The sooner the competition ends, the sooner it will be over. I still need to go home and study functions."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the field. The arrogance and haughtiness that emanated from his bones stung Fu Yun's eyes.

"Damn, Yi-ge, you haven't even said anything yet, what makes him so arrogant?" Fu Yun knew that he couldn't compare to Qin Zigui in terms of grades or Sheng Yan in terms of sports, so the only way to get revenge was to rely on Xue Yi.

Besides, Xue Yi had at least trained in the city team for two years, while Sheng Yan only knew how to skip classes and fight all day long. How could he compare to Xue Yi?

Fu Yun felt more and more confident. Since the boys who had come with him were not very clear about the situation, he deliberately laughed as if he were in Sheng Yan's mood and said, "Forget it, our Brother Yi is magnanimous and won't argue with you. But Sheng Yan, let me make this clear: if you beat Brother Yi today, then you are capable. But if you can't beat Brother Yi, then it's because you were bad back then that you couldn't get into the city team. Neither you nor Qin Zigui should ever do anything like that again."

Sheng Yan grunted an "Mmm" without turning his head.

Fu Yun chuckled with satisfaction: "Alright, it's a deal. I happen to have a few cute dog plush toys here. If you win, Brother Yan, it'll just be the rest of us wearing them on our waists for a three-day trip around the outside world. But if you lose, then you and Qin Zigui will..."

"Okay, sure."

Sheng Yan didn't even turn his head, and simply pushed open the door to the competition venue.

Instead, Zhu Peng and Gou You became anxious. They wanted to persuade him, but they couldn't rush into the competition area. They could only quickly follow Qin Zigui, who was walking towards the stands outside the glass wall of the arena, and whispered anxiously, "No, Qin Zigui, please persuade Brother Yan. Xue Yi is on the city team, after all. Brother Yan..."

"Your brother Yan can win."

Before they could even finish speaking, Qin Zigui took a seat in the best spot in the stands.

Zhu Peng and Gou You: "?"

Who exactly gave you this confidence?

Is it a natural Bking?

They couldn't understand how Qin Zigui and Sheng Yan's relationship could be so confusing and how they could be so blindly confident. But they were helpless and could only sit on either side of Qin Zigui, listening to Fu Yun and the others' mockery and ridicule, feeling angry, nervous, and anxious.

On the contrary, Sheng Yan, who was inside the arena, acted as if nothing had happened. He and Xue Yi each took their rifles and stood in position in front of the competition area.

This marks the first time in two years that the two have stood side by side on the shooting range.

Xue Yi turned his head to look at Sheng Yan, who was raising his right arm and casually testing the gun. The young man's figure was even more slender and capable, and his facial features were more flamboyant and distinct than two years ago. Just by casually putting one hand in his pocket and standing there, he was strikingly eye-catching.

Xue Yi thought for a moment, then said, "Ayan, why don't we stop the competition? You know Fu Yun and the others, they're all good talkers... What if you lose..."

“Who said I would lose?” Sheng Yan, who was aiming at the target, turned around and smiled at Xue Yi when he heard his words.

There was no provocation or arrogance, just a natural and spontaneous laugh, as if he had heard something amusing.

Xue Yi paused slightly, then explained, "After all, I train every day, so the situation is different..."

Ultimately, he didn't want things to get too tense with Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan put on his earmuffs as if it didn't matter: "Don't worry, it's fine. I have the talent to hold my own. You just keep playing. Same rules as before, 30 shots in a one-on-one fight. If we're tied, we'll decide the winner with a single shot. After we finish, I still have to do a math test. That freak Qin Zigui gave me a ton of homework."

He spoke so casually and naturally.

Xue Yi's expression instantly turned ugly.

His talent has always been his weakness. Since joining the city team, no matter how hard he trains, he can only be at the bottom among those real geniuses. The reason he was able to win a silver medal in the inter-city exchange competition is because most of the main players went to a higher level of competition.

As for the innate talent, it is something that accompanies you like a shadow from the very first day you get your hands on a gun.

But even the most talented person cannot surpass him without training.

Xue Yi thought for a moment, took a deep breath, stood to the left, raised his right arm, and stopped looking at Sheng Yan, instead aiming at the target.

In a formal competition, the men's 25-meter rapid fire pistol consists of 60 shots, divided into two stages of 30 shots each. However, when he and Sheng Yan competed privately, the rules were much more perfunctory. It was always 30 shots in 6 sets, and if the scores were tied, the final single shot would determine the winner.

The first two groups each have 5 shots in 8 seconds, the middle two groups each have 5 shots in 6 seconds, and the last two groups each have 5 shots in 4 seconds. A shot within 9.7 rings is considered a hit and scores one point; a shot outside 9.7 rings is considered a miss and scores 0 points. The total hits are calculated at the end.

Xue Yi was always very steady in the first two groups. He adjusted his breathing, straightened his posture, and fired five shots in a row, hitting four out of five.

Sheng Yan, standing next to him, is in the top three of five.

The moment the score was displayed, Fu Yun and his friends outside the arena couldn't help but clench their fists and shout, "YES! Yi-ge is awesome!"

Because the speed requirement increases as the game progresses, and it becomes more difficult to score points, Xue Yi was able to gain an advantage in the first group, which can be said to be a good start.

However, only three out of five teams in the first group were selected, which is not Sheng Yan's previous performance.

Xue Yi, who was in the room, couldn't help but turn around and look at Sheng Yan.

They discovered that Sheng Yan was still casually standing with his hands in his pockets, holding a gun, his expression unchanged, still so confident and composed.

Just like his coach's evaluation of him many years ago, "As soon as Sheng Yan raises his gun, it's as if the gun is attached to his body. You guys don't have that kind of confidence and composure. That's talent."

Talent?

But even though they're already behind, they're still so confident and composed. What kind of talent is that?

Xue Yi thought to himself, gritted his teeth, and hit the second set, again hitting four out of five.

Sheng Yan, standing next to him, still won three out of five.

Fu Yun and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

If the first two groups can only get 3 out of 5, it means that Sheng Yan's level is just like that.

It's clear that having professional training makes a difference compared to not having it.

With a two-point advantage in hand, Fu Yun laughed louder: "That's it? I thought Sheng Yan was so awesome now, so arrogant."

"You don't know anything! Our Brother Yan is just giving us a hand first!"

Zhu Peng and Gou You yelled fiercely at Fu Yun, but they weren't really sure what to do. After yelling, they turned back to Qin Zigui and whispered anxiously, "Damn it, Brother Qin, say something! What are we going to do now?"

Qin Zigui held the milk tea he had bought for Sheng Yan in his hands, his expression unchanged: "Don't worry."

What a load of nonsense!

The only person in the room as calm as Qin Zigui was Sheng Yan.

Xue Yi looked at the still composed Sheng Yan, took a deep breath, turned around, and fired two sets of 6-second bursts in quick succession.

Group 3, 5 out of 3.

Group 4, 3 out of 5.

Fortunately, it wasn't an exceptional performance, but it was a normal one.

Sheng Yan's current performance is at most this good, so I can still lead him by at least two points.

The tension that had been hanging over Xue Yi's heart finally began to ease.

However, before the string could be completely relaxed, there were five "bang bang bang bang bang" sounds, followed by five more "bang bang bang bang" sounds.

Five shots in two groups within 6 seconds.

The score is displayed on the monitor opposite.

Sheng Yan, Group 3, 5 out of 4.

Group 4, 5 out of 4.

The score was tied at 14-14.

The sudden turn of events left Fu Yun, who was ready to cheer, and Xue Yi, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, frozen in place.

How is that possible? How could it be that the faster the speed, the higher Sheng Yan's hit rate becomes, almost reaching the standard level of the city team?

Luck, absolutely luck.

Even if Sheng Yan is incredibly talented, how could he possibly achieve this without training? Besides, his performance in the first two groups was clearly quite average.

He couldn't possibly lose to Sheng Yan again.

Xue Yi gripped the gun handle, trying to regulate his breathing.

Sheng Yan, standing to the side, seemed to have no emotional fluctuations from beginning to end, and did not seem to see the score. He simply held the gun, aimed at the target, and was indifferent and solemn, his fingertips lightly tapping.

Xue Yi closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind of all distractions, and pulled the trigger.

The fifth group, five shots in 4 seconds.

Sheng Yan, five of four.

Xue Yi, Class 5 of 3.

The score is 18 to 17.

Sixth group, 5 shots in 4 seconds.

Sheng Yan, five of four.

Xue Yi, Class 2 of 5.

The score is 22 to 19.

Sheng Yan fell behind, tied the score, overtook, and won.

There were no ups and downs, no fuss, and the whole thing was a calm confidence of victory.

Xue Yi finally couldn't hold back any longer and fired his last single shot in a fit of anger, scoring 9.9 points.

Sheng Yan changed the magazine, loaded it, and raised his hand, expressionless. 10.4 rings.

Completed in one go.

Completely crushed.

Xue Yi didn't make any mistakes, he was just not as good as Sheng Yan.

He lowered his hands as if resigned to his fate: "Talent is such an unfair thing."

Sheng Yan simply reloaded a magazine, took aim and fired, and said calmly, "You were thinking too much when you were shooting."

Then, five shots in four seconds, five hits in a row.

Miraculous strength is by no means a fluke.

The moment the results were announced, Zhu Peng and Gou You, who were watching from the sidelines, were stunned for a moment before jumping up from their seats, hugging each other, and spinning around in joy.

Fu Yun and his group stood there, stunned and incredulous.

Only Qin Zigui leaned back in his seat, looking through the glass at the boy on the field who held a gun, one hand in his pocket, confident and composed, tall and slender like a pine tree, with an emotion in his eyes that no one but him could understand.

Because no one but him knew how much of the time Sheng Yan skipped from those classes was spent practicing shooting at the shooting range, and how many weekends he spent there for two whole days.

Few people even know that back then, the short-legged, pampered Sheng Yan cried countless times while practicing holding a gun, until there was no one left on the training ground.

Sheng Yan is that kind of person. Either he won't even bother to be perfunctory with people and things he doesn't like, or he will give his all to people and things he chooses.

During his rehabilitation training after the injury, Sheng Yan never told anyone how much he cared, how hard he worked, or how tired he was, because he was afraid that people who cared about him would feel sorry for him and regret the flowers and applause he had missed.

But Qin Zigui knew.

Because the calluses on the hands of that seemingly pampered and spoiled young master, who couldn't bear hardship, were so incongruous.

This hardworking and earnest young man, blessed by heaven, should be standing on the competition field, confidently and calmly shining his light, receiving all the flowers, applause and praise. But now he is confined to this dull world that he doesn't like, and is criticized as a hopeless case.

The reason for this was simply his unwavering generosity in extending kindness to the world.

Qin Zigui had thought many times about how there could be someone like Sheng Yan in the world, like the Little Prince who walked out of the rose bush, living in the best expectations of the world, pure, kind and bright. It's just a pity that there are too many poisonous snakes and spiders in this world, and they are not worthy of such goodness, so the Little Prince sometimes seems like a little fool.

Thinking about it, Sheng Yan, who was in the competition area, suddenly turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, showing off his small victory in a very childish and smug way.

Then Qin Zigui laughed.

So be it if he's a fool. He's willing to become an even worse person so that Sheng Yan can always live with the best expectations for this world and protect that goodness.

He stood up, carrying Sheng Yan's schoolbag in one hand and Sheng Yan's milk tea in the other, and slowly walked to the entrance of the venue.

When Sheng Yan came out smugly, wagging his big rooster tail, I handed him the milk tea and said casually, "It's time to go back and do your math worksheets. There are still ten left to finish."

Sheng Yan, who had been smug, was instantly stunned.

Xue Yi, standing behind him, couldn't help but call out, "Sheng Yan."

Sheng Yan turned around: "What?"

Xue Yi tried to appear calmer and more objective: "Even if I lose to you today, I will have many more matches to play in the future. But I have heard about your current results. Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"Oh, that?" Sheng Yan thought for a moment and said seriously, "Maybe he just wants to be a human being."