"Brother, they like you."
On the way home, Sora, who had been following Fang Zheng, suddenly spoke to him.
"Hmm? Who are you talking about?"
Fang Zheng was a bit taken aback by Sora's words.
"Other people."
"Other people?"
"That's right."
Sora nodded, but Fang Zheng shrugged indifferently.
"That's not surprising, is it? Look at your brother, handsome and talented. They aren't blind, it's normal for them to like me. Plenty of girls like me, I'm sure all those present today were attracted to me, probably already thinking about writing me love letters."
"That's not the kind of liking I'm talking about."
Sora knew what Fang Zheng meant, but she shook her head.
"It doesn't seem like they particularly like me."
Fang Zheng appeared calm. He had specifically observed while on stage that there were no goodwill values above anyone's head, indicating it was likely below eighty.
By the way, Sora's current goodwill value had already reached a hundred.
"Is that so..."
