Nie Tianqin heard his son's words clearly yet still expressed disbelief, "Impossible!"
With a face that didn't take it seriously, but actually full of anticipation for praise, Nie Guangyi got instantly annoyed, "How is it impossible? Why is it impossible? What's so impossible about it?"
"Datou, don't get worked up. Dad means that this just isn't like you."
"Then tell me, what's my style?"
Nie Guangyi hadn't expected his dad to pull such a move.
To be honest, it had been a while since he'd been misunderstood.
Being misunderstood every day was like eating and drinking.
Being misunderstood occasionally was like having hemorrhoids...
Compared to the usual, today's "impossible" felt particularly...
Forget it, since he's my real dad, I should be a bit careful when choosing adjectives and nouns that have a taste of human life.
Being a genius, you have to endure what normal people cannot.
Otherwise, what's the difference from a mediocrity?
Calm.
Elegant.
Composed.
