Roger stood there, stunned, for a full minute.
Not until Lin Xinghai patted his cheek did he snap out of it. "Old Luo, you haven't gone stupid, have you?"
"You're the stupid one." Roger slapped Lin Xinghai's hand away, his expression complicated. "How did you do it? Of course, if you'd rather not say, just forget I asked."
"It's not really a secret," Lin Xinghai said, stroking his chin.
"Then how did you do it?" Roger asked hurriedly.
Lin Xinghai replied, "Aren't all geniuses like this?"
"...Fine! Whatever you say." Roger knew he shouldn't have asked.
"Let's go. Don't overthink it." Lin Xinghai patted his shoulder, then added leisurely, "The more you think about it, the more hurt you'll be."
Roger was speechless.
Lin Xinghai continued toward the second floor, but as he neared the stairs, he noticed a figure in the gravity room frantically attacking a punching bag.
