Everyone froze at Dugu Bo's question, scarcely able to believe their ears.
Dugu Yan glanced at Dugu Bo beside her, hurriedly tugged his arm, and whispered.
"Grandpa, what are you saying? This is..."
"This is our new teammate."
Before Dugu Yan could finish, Ning Rongrong interrupted her. Her eyes narrowed, the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she walked over to Dugu Bo with a smile.
"Hello, Grandpa Dugu."
Looking at the beaming Ning Rongrong, Dugu Bo muttered inwardly, unsure what this girl was plotting now. Still, he gave a faint nod.
"The Ning family's girl. I know you."
Seeing that Dugu Bo was willing to talk, Ning Rongrong's smile deepened. She pulled Misha over from where he stood some distance away, brought him before Dugu Bo, and said with a smile.
"This teammate our teacher found for us is called Misha. He's really strong, you know."
At Ning Rongrong's words, Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and carefully sized Misha up.
Looking at the small, slender Misha and his innocent, uncomprehending gaze, Dugu Bo could not understand.
No matter how he looked at him, this boy did not seem like a gifted genius. The spirit of youth was something that could never be replenished.
If he truly were a genius, then no matter how restrained and reserved he was, or how well he knew when to reveal his abilities and when to hold them back, he should still possess a trace of youthful pride.
That was no bad habit, but something a young person ought to have. Only that spirit could reveal the vigor of youthful life.
Yet although Misha's eyes were full of innocent bewilderment, they also held a trace of tranquility and maturity.
He did not resemble a boy in his teens at all. He was more