"Brother Zhao." Han Muchi suppressed his displeasure, "You're planning to take the county exam next spring, aren't you?"
Zhao Dahe crossed his arms, "So what?"
"I've been the top scorer in the county, government, and provincial exams." Han Muchi said slowly.
Even though Han Muchi spoke in a plain tone, Zhao Dahe could still hear the pride.
Indeed, Han Muchi had the right to be proud.
Being a triple-top scorer at the age of twelve, quite impressive.
But what did that have to do with him?
Zhao Dahe remained very calm and gestured for Han Muchi to continue.
The reaction Han Muchi had anticipated, where Zhao Dahe would be thrilled, never appeared. Han Muchi's supposed advantage didn't show at all, as if he had punched hard but hit nothing but cotton.
"I can share my experiences with you." Han Muchi said.
Zhao Dahe laughed, a laugh full of meaning.
Han Muchi didn't understand what he meant.
Zhao Dahe directly refused, "No need."
"You—" Han Muchi was somewhat annoyed.
