Because their meeting had been rushed, Ye Weiming had not yet had time to invite Jiang Jin Jiu into the party. Thus, there were only him and Dao Mei in the team. Upon hearing what Princess Yinchuan called Jiang Jin Jiu, Dao Mei immediately sent a message in the Team Channel: "Hahaha... I'm dying here. Little Jiang—what an interesting nickname. It deserves to be promoted far and wide."
"Better not!"
Ye Weiming did not laugh. Instead, he immediately messaged Dao Mei to stop her nonsense. "We'd better pretend we never heard that nickname. Don't mention it to anyone afterward—not even to Brother Jiang as a joke."
Seeing how serious Ye Weiming sounded, Dao Mei put aside her joking mood and asked with some confusion, "Why are you making this so serious? It's just a joke. Isn't this a bit much?"
"It absolutely isn't." To make Dao Mei understand more deeply, Ye Weiming continued, "Put it another way—suppose you had a mole on your face..."
Dao Mei immediately bristled. "There's no mole on my face! It's perfectly clean!"
"Of course I know that." Ye Weiming said calmly. "I said suppose..."
"Not even suppose!"
Ye Weiming promptly surrendered, then continued, "I'm just making an analogy. You got this worked up over it, so imagine if it were true, and someone made jokes about it—maybe even turned it into a meme and spread it throughout your social circle. Would you still consider that person a friend?"
"Of course not!" After replying, Dao Mei also realized something and added, "But Jiang Jin Jiu's situation should be limited to the game. His real body probably isn't like that..."
"Mm. I'll just tell you the truth. Practicing Bixie Swordplay and the Sunflower Manual does make one's temperament lean toward the feminine, but it definitely won't turn