Ji Ting's brow furrowed slightly as he pondered. The old Ji Ting...
Ji Yanzhi gave him a strange look. What was wrong with Ji Ear? Why was he referring to himself in the third person?
"If I were still my old self, I would definitely have gotten into an argument with you. If I lost enough control, I might even have gotten physical."
"You?" Ji Yanzhi looked him up and down, his tone almost mocking. "With those scrawny arms and legs? A short little thing like you would dare take a swing at me?"
Ji Ting admitted he was thin, but calling him short was hardly fair. "According to last year's national statistics, the average male height was 174.4 centimeters. I'm 182 centimeters tall. By either physical measurements or visual impression, I don't qualify as short."
Ji Yanzhi sneered. "You're still shorter than..."
Before he could finish, two soft knocks suddenly came from the door.
They both looked over, and Ling Xi's gentle voice sounded outside. "Yanzhi, are you in there?"
Ji Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and abruptly turned back to Ji Ting. "Hide."
Ji Ting was puzzled. "Why?"
"Just hide when I tell you to." He reached out, grasped Ji Ting's wrist, and looked around for somewhere to conceal him.
Ji Ting thought for a moment, then said, "If you think I'm getting in your way, I can leave."
"Shut up!"
Ji Yanzhi spotted the desk and pulled Ji Ting toward it. "Get underneath."
Ji Ting sized it up and frowned. "There isn't enough space in there. The desk looks between seventy and eighty centimeters high, and two meters to..."
Just then, another knock came. "Yanzhi, can I come in?"
Ji Yanzhi stopped wasting words. He hooked an arm around Ji Ting's neck and pushed him down, caught him