"..." Zhao Gushen laughed wantonly, "Not nervous, then you should relax a bit more!"
"I'm very relaxed," Zhao Dingli said stiffly.
"Ha!" Zhao Gushen chuckled out loud, "Then at least unclench your fists."
Zhao Dingli was at home, sitting upright and straight.
That could be excused as having good posture.
Sitting like a statue.
But with his fists tightly clenched on his knees, that was too much.
Zhao Dingli's knuckles were so tight that they turned white.
And he still says he's not nervous?
Zhao Dingli: "..."
Zhao Dingli looked down and realized he was unconsciously doing it.
If Zhao Gushen hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed at all.
When Zhao Dingli unclenched his fists, he found he'd been clenching them for too long.
He didn't know how long he had been doing it.
Anyway, after letting go, he felt his fingers were stiff.
The flexibility of his fingers greatly reduced.
Zhao Gushen glanced down and laughed, "I figure you won't be able to sleep tonight."
