Boss Zhao was not very old, and his smile was modest. The demon god setting the night sky ablaze slowly overlapped with the humble young man before the counter in front of me. My heart began to pound violently, as though a monarch sat before me. He was smiling, utterly without airs. Like every other king, he could draw a blade from behind that smile. I had not chosen the wrong person to interview.
"What... is all this stuff you wrote?"
Zhao Bai could not stand that kind of flattery. When rainbow praise came from a beautiful girl's mouth, it somehow felt perfectly natural.
Cup Snake raised her head. "Some factual descriptions, some artistic embellishment."
"I'm going to ask some questions now."
She continued, "May I ask, Boss Zhao, are you the strongest person in this world?"
"..."
Zhao Bai scratched his head. "That question... barely... counts, I guess."
I bluntly asked Boss Zhao whether he was the strongest. He nodded readily, without the slightest hesitation.
Zhao Bai was so frightened that he immediately knocked Cup Snake's phone away. "Hey, hey, hey! There has to be a limit to artistic embellishment! It has to be based on facts, not shamelessly made up! If your report ends up inaccurate because of this, you'll have to take responsibility."
"I'm not recording an interview. I'm writing a novel."
Boss Zhao seemingly had never seen a first-person novel. What he said was rather shallow, but what could I say?
"Hey! (＃`O′)"
Cup Snake put down her phone and briefly introduced herself.
She sat across from the Zhao couple and said, "To put it bluntly, I hope to write a biography about you and your wife. That's why I asked whether you were the strongest. The Principal mentioned you to me last night. You've dealt