At Bo Xiaoya's request, Wang Qi's eyes lit up. He instantly forgot his exhaustion, rose to his feet, and said, "Sure."
Bo Xiaoya slowly stepped back two paces. "To be honest, Senior Brother, I deliberately let you win that time in June, but afterward, I still felt it was quite regrettable..."
"It really was a great pity that we never had a proper fight." Wang Qi wore an expression of "understanding above all."
When wine met a kindred soul, a thousand cups were too few; when chess met a worthy rival, a thousand games were never too many.
Among those who had taken the unified examination that year, several were roughly Wang Qi's equal, and Ai Changyuan even faintly surpassed him. But among those who, like him, specialized in the Way of Calculation and favored a combat style of "analyze flaws and strike to win," Bo Xiaoya was the only one.
At this moment, both wore eager expressions. Their blade-sharp gazes collided in midair, nearly striking tangible sparks.
Wang Qi suddenly reined in his imposing aura, then slapped his forehead. "I've really been so busy lately that my head's gone muddled... We're inside the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm. We wouldn't be able to prove anything here."
Spar here? Compete at coding?
Bo Xiaoya asked, "Senior Brother, what grade of calculator are you using now?"
"A low-grade Treasure Weapon," Wang Qi said. "I nearly forgot to mention it. Recently, I found some sucker willing to open an empirical division, so my calculator has gone from a sparrow gun to a cannon. And all my expenses can also be..."
Bo Xiaoya looked at him with utter disdain. "Senior Brother, that face of yours is practically the face of someone living off a woman... You didn't trick some Senior Sister, did you?"
"Putting