"There's no need. I've memorized it all."
Lu Weijian: "…"
'I'll only say it once, you're amazing!'
"First of all, I can't guarantee that I'll win." Da Bao had seen the video of Quick-Hands Trash. He was indeed as fast as lightning and swept like a tornado. The American netizens were right.
Da Bao was confident in himself, but he also knew that he was only five years old. Just the length of his fingers was far inferior to Quick-Hands Trash.
"I believe in you! You can definitely do it!" Lu Weijian patted his shoulder. "In my opinion, you definitely have the ability to fight him. You just have to be calm!"
"All I can promise is that I'll fight him to a draw and find a chance to beat him."
Lu Weijian almost knelt down. Was this not considered guaranteeing a win? If he could already guarantee a draw, what more was winning?
"Then come up with a name."
"Let's just go with Baby."
Lu Weijian: "…"
