"You've been hiding your skills, haven't you? 200 points in King tier? Not that, I was asking about your competition score with Red Hair." Han Qiwu felt a faint bitterness in his heart. Six years, and he had never even glimpsed the scenery of the King tier.
"Competition score? Do you think I'm stupid?" Huang Mao said smugly. That air of smugness made Han Qiwu momentarily think he had some grand realization.
"We agreed—farming is boring, working is boring, it's gaming that's fun. Using League points is the fairest. Your method doesn't really cut it."
"Sure, sure, you two keep at it." Han Qiwu patted Huang Mao's shoulder with a pitying look.
Kid, you're still young. Play for a while longer and you'll realize—once you have games, you won't even think about chasing girls.
"By the way, your grandpa came back, didn't he?" Han Qiwu suddenly recalled the information from the task description and tried asking.
"Yeah, you know my grandpa?" Huang Mao replied.
"Then did he come here?"
