"Xiao Qi, no more, meow..."
"That won't do! I still feel full of life and vigor. I can keep fighting for another three hundred rounds!"
"Three hundred... no, meow! Let me sleep!"
"How could that be!"
"Wuwu... if I'd known earlier..."
Mao Zimiao lay sprawled across the table, her eyelids constantly opening and closing. She was clearly utterly exhausted. After a while, she finally succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
"Tch, she got worn out after so little." Wang Qi held the problem book in both hands, looking utterly bored.
Zhen Chanzi felt speechless. "Do you care that much about her waking you up on the spirit vessel?"
"Huh? What are you talking about, old man?" Wang Qi said. "This is called preserving my image, okay? A top student is a top student precisely because he is always wrapped in the domineering aura of a top student! After she saw me in such an embarrassing state, I had to rebuild my authority—besides, she actually dared say something as ambiguous as 'I won't let you sleep'! I had to let her experience the weight and heft of those words!"
"The weight and heft of a problem book?"
"This <Five Jiazi of Cultivation, Three Jiazi of Mock Exams> is the most valuable of all free books. It covers the introductory portions of every Great Dao. As long as you persist in finishing it, even a pig can form a Golden Core!" Wang Qi rapidly flipped through the incomparably thick problem book in his hands. "I'm doing this for her own good, understand!"
"You brat was picking out the hardest problems just now, and they were all slanted toward arithmetic—when all is said and done, didn't you just find them interesting yourself?"
"Not entirely." Wang Qi casually tossed