A long time ago, it seemed that the sparring was the same, Liu Zhongwu would voluntarily concede defeat each time he lost a move. Under the cypress trees in the Inner Hall of the Imperial Academy, the four of them didn't know how many times they fought, but he was always the first to sit in the shade, waiting to see who would win this time... Then Yan Qi would smile arrogantly, Situ Yi would sing in a cryptic tone, Qin Ming squatting nearby, munching on snacks, saying Zhongwu, you can try harder, the outcome next time is unclear...
Liu Zhongwu blinked hard, cutting off the train of memory. His official robe was soaked by the rain, he wiped his face, and salty raindrops slid across his round, plump face.
"You really are a fool, known for over ten years yet still don't understand." Liu Zhongwu said under his breath, "I'm different from you... I've not been on the same level as you from the very beginning!!"
