"Is that so?"
After a brief moment, Zhang Yan finally responded. In the shadows, he also seemed to grin. "Oh, Junior Brother Yu doesn't look like my kind of person at all."
His smile actually held very little of the joy of meeting a kindred spirit, acting more like a perfunctory chore instead. He waved his hand again as if greeting him anew. He was no fool; when Yu Ci took the initiative to start a conversation and opened with the word "gambling," Zhang Yan could guess about seventy or eighty percent of his intentions:
Young people nowadays might lack a bit of composure. Overpowering the strong with the weak, psychological warfare is appropriate to use here, but the timing needs to be handled well... The more he understood Yu Ci's thoughts, the more he found it uninteresting. In fact, following the lost wager from a few days ago, he should have cooperated nicely at this moment, otherwise once they started fighting later, even a fool would be able to spot the trickery inside! Yet, facing a topic that had been talked to death by people over several decades, Zhang Yan truly could not muster the energy. After humming and hawing a few times, he simply waved his hand and said:
"Past lessons are there for all to see, so Junior Brother had better be cautious."
Next, he should be catering to my preferences... Hmm, shouldn't I be a bit more enthusiastic, lest the little fellow lack staying power and bungle things through cleverness?
Zhang Yan was still pondering, but Yu Ci's reply was somewhat unexpected: "So that Senior Brother Zhang knows, as for this thing called 'gambling,' this little brother also knows its harms thoroughly. In this, there is no difference between us and Senior Brother..."
If it were