The current Qiu Tu, with his reckless and flamboyant demeanor, actually matches Zhao Ji's impression of him.
This inexplicably brought them a little closer.
Zhao Ji said nothing, and Qiu Tu didn't care. He continued, "What a pity... this is just my dream."
"Sometimes... I think, actually I can be considered a genius."
"But it wasn't until I met you that I understood what it means to look up at someone like a mountain, what it means for genius to only be the threshold for meeting you."
"You're so powerful it's despairing."
Even though Zhao Ji felt something was off hearing Qiu Tu's endless praise, she inexplicably began to view him in a better light.
She rarely tried to defend Qiu Tu, "Actually... you're not that bad."
"In my heart, you're about a 7."
"7 points?" To be honest, that's not a high score.
But Qiu Tu felt that, for someone as selectively superior as Zhao Ji, a "7" is already pretty good.
He couldn't help but ask, "I'm a 7, and you? Are you a full score?"
