The matter settled, Yang Hua continued chatting with Gu Yu.
His attitude had softened somewhat from before, when he had treated Gu Yu as a junior solely based on identity and age.
But now, in his eyes, Gu Yu was someone on his level.
When two people share the same convictions, any barrier between their hearts dissolves.
For a comrade, of course, there is no need for vigilance.
"It's indeed a pity. Senior Yang, don't call me a genius. I really can't handle praise; it goes to my head."
Gu Yu spoke politely.
"Eh, you should be praised, you deserve it. Young people should have some pride."
Yang Hua disagreed with Gu Yu's words. If Gu Yu's humility before was polite, now it somewhat slighted the face of the Underground Guardians.
If it weren't for their special identities, those silent bearers of responsibility and hope should be known to everyone, their photographs and medals proudly displayed on monuments for all to admire.
