Feng Xiaotian squatted there, being patted on the shoulder and lectured on how to be a man by a six-and-a-half-year-old little runt. By all rights, he should have found it absurd.
Yet as Feng Xiaotian went over Jiang Lan's words again and again in his mind, the more he thought about them, the clearer they became. The more he thought about them, the more reasonable they seemed. The murky frustration trapped in his chest dissipated completely.
"Sigma Male," Feng Xiaotian murmured.
"That's right, a Sigma Male." Jiang Lan planted his hands on his hips and puffed out his round little belly. "No groveling, no clinging, no emotional self-torment. You need your own world, your own rhythm. If she comes, welcome her. If she leaves, don't chase her. Just standing there, you're already a sight to behold. You don't need to run after anyone."
"My own rhythm..." Feng Xiaotian muttered.
Feng Xiaotian suddenly remembered the past few days, when he had buried himself in training. Even when Huo Wu took the initiative to speak to him, he had only given her a detached response.
Back then, his mind had been filled entirely with cultivation. He had no time to think about what Huo Wu was wearing that day, whether she was in a good mood, or whether she had glanced at him one more time.
It was precisely during that period that Huo Wu had begun appearing before him frequently, finding all sorts of excuses to talk to him.
Back when he had chased after Huo Wu, she had barely given him the time of day.
Now that he had buried himself in training and ignored her, she had instead taken the initiative to approach him.
"You've figured it out, right?" Jiang Lan tilted his head as he looked at Feng