Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

Situ Wanren took out a hidden weapon, sighed, and then put it away again. To deal with this kind of weapon, one would need a crossbow.

When the female warrior opposite him blushed and angrily rebuked him for his lack of martial ethics, he sneered and pulled out a rope, saying, "I really need to control you!"

Why shouldn't someone with long arms be considered a martial arts master when fighting someone with short arms?

Volume 1: NO.18: Damn, the small cup is moistened!

"How is your cup quality ranked from lowest to highest?"

The warm breath gently patted his earlobe, but Chang Geng's mind was completely elsewhere.

According to his common sense...

DCBA.

A is the highest level. I didn't expect Luo Fu to be so powerful.

Fu Xuan was stunned, his face turning bright red.

She had absolutely no idea how to continue the conversation.

Dude, you don't even know which letter represents which cup size.

The question about cup size was raised?

Are you serious?

The more Fu Xuan looked at him, the more he thought he looked like a freak.

Now you're pretending not to know you're being teased.

That's what I think,

But the sincerity in his eyes couldn't be faked.

There was not a hint of flirting in Chang Geng's eyes.

Even his words carried no ambiguity; they only revealed his seriousness in discussing numerical values.

"You bad guy!"

Fu Xuan bit her lower lip tightly, her pale pink eyes glaring at him angrily, and she scolded him in a shy voice.

Do you really have to make her admit her shortcomings?

Fu Xuan inwardly scoffed.

But I still gritted my teeth and whispered the answer in his ear, a fact that everyone knows.

Even if you curse in your mouth and in your heart, you can't give up halfway after taking this last step, can you?

What about the sacrifices she made before?

Moreover, Chang Gung was asking the question very seriously, without any personal bias.

This is something that can be seen.

Besides, she's already given her cup size, so why would she need to hesitate about it?

He seemed genuinely seeking answers; if she avoided them, wouldn't it make him look like he had a problem?

"Damn, so you're just a small cup after all!"

After hearing this, Chang Geng immediately looked at her in surprise.

ABCD.

This is sorted from low to high.

"What did Xiaobei do to you!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xuan's face, which had been flushed, instantly darkened, and veins on his forehead began to bulge.

She felt only blatant humiliation at the sound of the small cup; she felt no shame whatsoever!

"Why are you arguing with me, little cup? I'm going to Runqing."

The small cup is rated as having extremely low versatility; those who like to be submissives can draw one and go to jail.

Chang Geng would definitely avoid it at all costs; even smoking it would pollute his account.

Fu Xuan's eyes widened, giving him a "Are you kidding me?" look.

Are you kidding me? What did Xiaobei do to you?!

Whom did my little cup bother?

Doesn't she want a large cup? She tried her best, you know that!

She just leaves like that? What about all the sacrifices she made before?

Luofu is not a sore loser.

But if Luo Fu were to lose to Yao Qing because of something like this, Fu Xuan would not be able to accept that result at all!

"Uh, so what exactly is a cup?"

The white fox ears twitched, and Fei Xiao, who was watching them flirt, raised his hand in confusion and asked.

"Your strength."

Chang Geng answered the question.

"what?"

Before Fu Xuan could even utter the word "bust size," it was forcibly shoved back into his mouth by his answer.

"...What do you mean by 'strength'?"

Fu Xuan exclaimed in surprise.

What is cup-level strength?

If that's the case, then hasn't she been misunderstanding his meaning all along, and even made a huge blunder?

"Of course, it refers to who is stronger between Luofu and Yaoqing."

Chang Gung replied matter-of-factly.

"Since you've all volunteered, I'll definitely have to compare you all and then decide based on the best of the best."

Chang Geng didn't understand what the problem was.

Why do you insist on using a cup as a metaphor?

Fu Xuan covered his face, feeling increasingly ashamed as he listened.

Faced with his true intentions, her series of actions just now were utterly shameful!

The bustling market has jumped!

"You know my verbal tic, right? Strong people always have something that sets them apart from others."

Chang Geng sighed helplessly at this.

Sigh, all I can say is that reviewing a four-character anime-style tower defense game ruined him.

"Just like you calling yourself 'this one, this one,' I always like to call people 'big cup, medium cup.'"

Chang Geng stated that he had no intention of insulting or discriminating against anyone.

Okay, maybe a little.

Why didn't you state upfront that this was the question you were asking?

Fu Xuan's voice trembled; she desperately wanted to speak.

She had preconceived notions and thought he was harassing an innocent girl. Not only did she misunderstand him from beginning to end, but she also made a series of lewd remarks about him.

But in the end, the person had no intention of doing so at all.

She said that someone with a broken fate could not be so frivolous.

The problem is that he's no longer frivolous, but he himself has become completely frivolous!

Fu Xuan was now so embarrassed that he wanted to go straight back to Luofu.

If they really go back, all their efforts to win them over will be in vain.

She's already given so much, why wouldn't she fight to the end?

If it were this cup instead of that cup, then Luofu would still have a fighting chance, and the odds of winning would be quite good.

war!

"Weren't you in a hurry to report it? I didn't even have time to tell you before you arrived."

Chang Geng exclaimed in surprise, "I thought Luofu was a big cup because you were in such a hurry, but it turns out it's a small cup."

"No... that cup isn't..."

Fu Xuan blushed but still couldn't explain what he had said.

"Why are you blushing?"

Chang Geng asked in confusion.

"If we're talking about pure martial prowess, Yao Qing is slightly better than Luo Fu."

Fei Xiao didn't know what the two were whispering about, but he knew his chance had come.

Among the seven immortal ships, Yaoqing possesses the most abundant martial virtue and is also famous for its great victories.

It's fair to say that it's slightly better than Luofu.

"What cup?"

Chang Geng asked instinctively.

"If we use ABCD to represent the highest to lowest, Yao Qing's strength is an A cup."

Feixiao would definitely praise his own immortal ship more, which would be key to keeping him there.

Upon hearing this, Chang Geng glanced at Fu Xuan with surprise.

Does that mean you're at the bottom with an A cup?

Fu Xuan turned his head away, unwilling to endure his piercing gaze.

Her soft cheeks flushed crimson, and she instinctively clutched the hem of her skirt in embarrassment, stammering incoherently.

She felt a little embarrassed by his gaze.

She didn't know how to respond to that look.

Did she play something wrong this time?

Who told him to ask such a misunderstanding!

But Fu Xuan couldn't say anything to him.

Because she herself has a speech impediment.

Are you suggesting that I should make sweeping generalizations about other people's personal habits?

Is she some kind of shrew?

Fu Xuan would never do something that would absolve him of any responsibility whatsoever.

Moreover, in the end, it really was her fault for playing poorly in this match!

It all started because of her preconceived notions; her competitive spirit and desire to strike first got the better of her.

"If we use your assessment, Luo Fu's combat strength is B+, but that's only based on their achievements."

Fu Xuan took a deep breath and spoke after calming his fluctuating emotions.

"Strictly speaking, the combat strength of the seven immortal ships is roughly the same; the only difference is that they each have different areas of expertise."

Fu Xuan would never allow Yao Qing to take advantage of the situation.

She has thrown away all sense of shame; how could she possibly suffer a crushing defeat?

Volume 1: NO.19: The Absolute Values ​​That Arise From This—What the Church Mechanism Loves!