"If you don’t know what to do, why not just hit him?"
"Huh?!" Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He had always thought that Charles’ ability to talk nonsense was amazing, but he had never imagined it was inherited from their professor! And Abraham truly was incredible—how did he suddenly come to this weird conclusion?
"Professor, no!" Ye Qingxuan almost jumped up in fright. "If you fight here, you’ll probably lose the appraisal!"
"Uh, I’m confused again. Isn’t that the rule?" Abraham said awkwardly. "In the military, if you bring it to the military court and threaten someone in their face, it’s normal to fight back, isn’t it?"
"No, no, no, it’s not normal at all! And what military did you come from? It’s so wild…" Ye Qingxuan thought.
"Then why don’t I do it?" Charles jumped up to add to the mess with the expression of a lonely elite fighter. "Don’t worry, he’ll definitely lose to me for talking trash!"