In Lu Nuanyang's bedroom, Lu Hongze was sitting on his bed, comforting him.
Because as soon as he came in, Lu Nuanyang asked him, "Brother, am I useless?"
Lu Hongze didn't know what had happened to turn his confident, brave, cheerful, and passionate brother into such a depressed state.
He said, "You are definitely useful, and not just useful—extremely useful."
"Not only useful, you're also outstanding."
"In terms of grades, character, looks, oh, and combat power, who could possibly match my brother?"
When he talked about the former, Lu Nuanyang didn't feel much.
When Lu Hongze mentioned combat power, Lu Nuanyang instantly recalled the "shameful" moment.
Did he really lose to Han Zhinan?
He actually lost to Han Zhinan!
He! Actually! Lost to! Han Zhinan!
If he had lost to someone else, he might not feel so upset.
But that was Han Zhinan!
So skinny and small, and not even a hundred pounds!
