Although Conan hadn't learned much, he knew the general meaning of these words. Xiao Wu's smile was warm and welcoming.
Conan's fighting spirit was stifled. He awkwardly said a common phrase he had just learned. "Thank you."
Then he repeated himself. "I'll definitely beat you!"
Xiao Wu: "Good luck…"
After saying that, Xiao Wu pulled Mu Jingzhe to meet Ji Buwang for dinner, leaving Conan sulking and muttering to himself.
Xiao Wu's encouragement and attitude made Conan feel that he probably despised him, so he was even more eager to fight.
When Mu Jingzhe got out of the elevator, she looked at Xiao Wu. "Xiao Wu, you've never participated in a competition before. Are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous because I've never participated in one before."
Alright, this logic was invincible.
