I wanted to say something comforting, but his mouth was too clever, and besides, Second Brother didn't seem to need any comforting at all.
Lu Yuxiang thought Nie Guangyi hadn't understood and had no choice but to repeat in broken Chinese, "I, brain, damage."
"What a coincidence," Nie Guangyi reached out his hand to Lu Yuxiang and, while shaking, said, "I, brain, deficient."
Now it was Lu Yuxiang who didn't quite understand.
Nie Guangyi could only continue to explain while shaking hands even more enthusiastically, "We are similar."
"Similar?" Lu Yuxiang looked at Nie Guangyi with a puzzled expression, "In what way?"
Nie Guangyi released his hand, patted Lu Yuxiang's shoulder, then his own chest, "Our genius brains, they're just different from ordinary people."
Lu Yuxiang finally realized that Nie Guangyi was trying to comfort him in a roundabout way and responded shyly, "Thank you."
