He paused, watching Yu Xiaogang's reaction before continuing, "If he fails to raise it into anything worthwhile, that only proves it isn't that you're incapable—it's that Luo Sanpao is incapable. If he does manage to raise it into something... Luo Sanpao is your martial soul, after all. Taking it back when the time comes would only take a word from you. Letting him cultivate a powerful martial soul would be his honor."
As Yu Xiaogang listened, his furrowed brow gradually relaxed. He felt that this made perfect sense—either way, he had nothing to lose. So he nodded in agreement and went back to hand all the white radishes he had stored at his side over to Qian Ren Shuang.
That night after the ball ended, Guilmon was squatting in the dormitory, greedily chewing on a meat pie, when he suddenly noticed something—rather than eating white radishes from his little bowl, Luo Sanpao was staring fixedly at the meat pie in Guilmon's dragon claw, drool nearly dripping from his mouth.
"You want some too?" Guilmon remembered Tang San saying that "Luo Sanpao only eats white radishes," so he asked uncertainly.
"Luo luo luo!" Luo Sanpao nodded madly, its head bobbing like a pestle.
Since Qian Ren Shuang could supply endless meat pies anyway, Guilmon hesitated for only a moment before deciding to give it a try. He used his dragon claw to cut off a small piece of the pie and pushed it in front of Luo Sanpao.
Qian Ren Shuang watched from the side without stopping him. After all, this was a matter of "Guilmon thinks he's the big brother, so he should give his little brother some," not "he was favoring Luo Sanpao." He could still tell the difference.
Luo Sanpao crept over and cautiously sniffed the small