Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes at Flender's words, his tone utterly languid.
"This is just how I am."
"Bearing? What good is bearing? Can it make me stronger?"
Standing at the back of the group, Tang San heard Yu Xiaogang's words and curled his lip.
He silently muttered to himself,
Gangzi, that fucking idiot, completely missed Flender's point.
Oh, right. Gangzi has no idea Liu Erlong is at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Obviously, dressing up is for meeting the woman you love.
Otherwise, if you look that awful when you see Liu Erlong-if you're too slovenly and she loses interest in you-what then?
He felt he was simply the most clearheaded person in the world.
Yu Xiaogang heard every word of Tang San's thoughts, and understanding immediately dawned on him.
He looked down at his gray cloth robe, washed so often it had faded almost white, with a poorly mended tear still in one cuff.
Then he reached up and touched his head, where he was still wearing a gray hat.
He silently told himself,
That makes sense. I really should dress up.
I haven't seen Erlong in so many years. I can't show up looking this shabby.
I'm still miles behind Flender when it comes to romance. Why didn't I think to spruce myself up before meeting the woman I love?
I'll remember it this time.
Just then, Tang San spoke up of his own accord.
He hurried a couple of steps forward from the back of the group and stopped beside Yu Xiaogang.
"Grandmaster, I think the dean has a point."
"It would be good to look more spirited. We should dress up and make ourselves look handsome or pretty. Missing a little cultivation time wouldn't hurt."
Having said that, he chuckled inwardly.
He silently added,
*This is what