"Sister Wen Ying, don't you think you're going too far?"
Wen Ying nodded. "It is pretty excessive."
Zhang Wenliang was speechless.
"Little Wen Liang, don't you think there might be something wrong with you?"
"What could be wrong with me? I'm perfectly healthy, I excel at my studies, I have a solid moral compass, and I maintain a positive outlook. Everything is great. If anything, Sister Wen Ying, maybe you're the one who should get a check-up."
Wen Ying shook her head. 'This kid. He's a genius when it comes to his studies, but sometimes he's really a bit dense.'
"Don't you notice anything different about yourself compared to just a moment ago?"
"What's different about me—" Zhang Wenliang suddenly froze.
He stared at Wen Ying, falling silent. The silence stretched on and on, and he never spoke another word.
"A true genius, just as I thought. You catch on quick."
Zhang Wenliang looked at Wen Ying, still silent, but his mind was filled with doubt.
