Gu Shaocheng noticed how resistant he was, his defiance was practically written all over his face. Unable to handle the pressure, he immediately put on airs and said sternly, "I'm just asking you to further your studies. Why are you giving me this attitude?"
Hua Hua belatedly realized his temperament might have been a bit much, so he toned it down slightly but still turned his head away, eyes fixated on a specific player moving across the LCD screen. Resolutely, he said, "I'm not going. Call whoever else you want, just leave me out of it."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Don't throw a tantrum on me, or I'll smack you."
"Then go ahead and smack me!" Hua Hua snorted, stubbornly stretching his arm out: "Go ahead if you want, but you can forget about me furthering my studies. I have zero interest. I'm happy with my current life, satisfied with my work, and I've already made a decent name for myself in this field. There's no need to keep studying!"
