"Of course I'll definitely win!"
Zou An wasn't humble at all.
"Hmmm?"
Qin Fen frowned. What did he mean by this?
"Since young, every time I spar with my elder brother, I'll reserve a little bit of my strength. After all, there are no benefits even if I were to win!"
Zou An shrugged. There was something else he hadn't said. It was only by giving his elder brother a high winning rate and thus developing a sense of superiority that he would continue to act like an older brother, defending him and standing in front of him if there were any problems.
Otherwise, if the younger brother was stronger than the older brother, why would the older brother still take care of him?
"Haha!"
Qin Fen smiled. As expected of someone who was born in a big clan. He was skilled in scheming from a young age.
"Teacher Qin, I can win and let you hold your head high in front of that Sun Mo. But what can I get out of it?"
Zou An sniffed.
