"Heh, their confidence is worth protecting, but mine isn't?"
Brother K let out a strange laugh, his face suddenly darkened, and although he didn't openly express his bad mood, he certainly put on an air that he was waiting for Yang Yuran to coax him.
Yang Yuran parted her lips slightly, her eyes fox-like and enchanting, wide and round, brimming with astonishment.
After being taken aback for a long while, she asked in confusion, "Rookies need protection, but geniuses don't, right?"
Flattering to such an unobtrusive extent, Brother K's anger dissipated in an instant, and he tapped Yang Yuran's forehead with his index finger, scolding with a laugh,
"You really haven't changed at all in four years, no no, I should say your skill in flattery has deepened."
"If it pleases you, all my hard work sharpening my tongue was not in vain."
