An Guoming looked helplessly at An Ning, holding a blueprint with about as much technical complexity as "one plus one equals two."
"Little Sis, your second brother might not be in great shape, but my brain still works just fine."
The moment An Ning heard this, she immediately thought of something.
"Second Brother, I've decided to improve your physical condition, starting with running."
"What?"
An Guoming didn't understand the sudden jump in topic.
"Little Sis, let me tell you, I am not going running! When other people run, they sweat. When I run, it feels like it's going to kill me."
"Seriously, no way. Are you getting revenge on me for talking to Dad about school?"
An Guoming looked at An Ning with a horrified expression, convinced he had figured out the truth.
"I never would have guessed... I can't believe you're this kind of little sister."
An Ning waited quietly for An Guoming to finish his performance, then raised a fist and shook it.
