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Heh heh.
Ji Lin chuckled softly.
Ji Xinshui never cared about which day was his birthday; he only cared about how to use the excuse of a birthday to kill Lin Xian, even if... even if May 2nd was not his actual birthday, it didn't matter to him.
"Arrogance."
Ji Lin propped himself up off the floor, looking at Ji Xinshui:
"Will you give me a birthday present?"
"Now, that's an interesting question." Ji Xinshui, with his hands clasped behind his back, turned around to face Ji Lin, who was sitting on the ground:
"I think... you're no longer the little kid who looks forward to birthday presents, right? In our case, I believe that after successfully killing Lin Xian at 00:42, the invitation to the Genius Club will be the best birthday present for you!"
Ji Lin didn't say much.
He curled his legs, stood up from the floor, and stretched languidly:
