Ke Jin's brain whirred for a moment.
Mainly because being confessed to by a girl so directly...
Ke Jin hadn't encountered that in either of his two lifetimes.
Well, if you insist on saying there was, there was.
Mr. Ke would sometimes be recognized by fans on the street nowadays, and among them are some pretty girls who rush up for a photo and then say, "I really like you, please keep it up!"
But if you analyze such words with normal logic, it all sounds like the kind of liking you'd get from a fan.
So, when yet another female fan stood in front of him, saying she liked him.
Ke Jin wasn't sure whether the girl's liking was the fan's liking, or if it meant something else...?
As everyone knows, Mr. Ke, as an ash-level gamer, was naturally bad at grasping such delicate emotions.
The so-called boar can't eat fine bran.
Confused, Mr. Ke chose once again to pitch a straightforward ball.
"...So, which kind of liking is it?"
