Mathematical Bliss (7)
This one was even more formidable, on both the physical and spiritual levels.
As he sized up the man who had entered, Fu Qian immediately gave him a glowing assessment.
The physical part was simple. Though the figure on the wooden board was unusually shriveled and small, the man carrying him still had an exaggerated amount of strength, given the burden he was bearing.
It took considerable physical strength to lift them both.
The man before him clearly had that kind of strength.
His muscles bulged, his frame was imposing, and his exposed arms were so glossy they seemed to glow. The way he casually set down the board and its occupant behind him even made it look effortless.
As for the spiritual side, Fu Qian didn't think the man was interested in Keke in the conventional sense. The claim that he wanted to "make a newcomer like me interested" was the real reason he'd come in.
Whether he'd once been one of Keke's clients, and whether his gaze had lingered on her for a moment, he certainly hadn't come to cultivate duality. He wanted to "help Keke cultivate" by unconventional means.
Otherwise, why wait until after Fu Qian refused?
Perhaps he no longer had superhuman hearing and perception, but in such an elegant, quiet place, Fu Qian was still quite sure a crowd had gathered outside to listen well before then.
And after such a rude display, Fu Qian was even more inclined to think his own performance had given the man some kind of revelation.
The only question now was what path Brother Tough Guy had realized.
"I'm asking you to leave. This has nothing to do with you."
Keke seemed to have finally come to her senses. Faced with the sudden commotion, her tone