As he looked at the young Scholartree Manor scholar, Tang Thirty-Six raised his eyebrows very high and raised his chin up even higher. 'Pick me' had about the same meaning as 'fight me', and his expression was so smug and arrogant that it stirred in anyone the desire to give it a good thrashing, no matter how handsome this person's face was. In fact, the more handsome the face, the more intense would be the desire to thrash it.
All the examinees followed the scholar's gaze and understood the unspoken words in Tang Thirty-Six's demeanor. If you don't pick me, then you're my grandson.
