"Is this sort of equipment all right?"
Looking at Hua Xueyi, who almost walked onto the arena barehanded, Lu Ping'an asked with a smile, also playing with a private joke that only he understood.
"There's no problem. My Abnormal Ability doesn't require me to rely much on equipment. But your gear..."
Hua Xueyi looked at the complacent Lu Ping'an and shook her head.
"...doesn't look like a student should have. As a senior, should I suggest that you don't over-rely on your gear?"
However, Lu Ping'an shook his finger with a giggle.
"I smell a lie... also a bit of jealousy and sourness."
"Hehe, you're such a cute junior, you must cry cutely too."
Even the usually calm Hua Xueyi was bursting with anger and began to understand why anyone who had faced Lu Ping'an would have their blood pressure skyrocket at the mention of him.
"Being sharp-tongued won't increase your chances of success..."
"But good quality equipment will, wouldn't it, sour senior sister?"
