"Rescue your secret admirer who's in peril, or pretend you've seen nothing and complete the test—it's time to make your choice."
"Is it that much of a hassle?"
Hearing Brother Vertical Saw's words from the TV, Fu Qian immediately furrowed his brow.
"What's the matter? You seem to be hesitating?"
By now, Brother Vertical Saw's raspy voice took on a mocking tone.
"It appears that your resolve isn't as firm as you imagined."
"Of course, for ordinary people, being fickle is in their nature."
"But you, who fancy yourself a superhero—doesn't this make you no different from the rest?"
"Just as superficial, just as hypocritical, and just as absurdly laughable."
"In this series of mental shifts, where exactly does the uniqueness you pride yourself on manifest?"
"Good point."
In the face of Brother Vertical Saw's soul-searching interrogation, Fu Qian casually responded, apparently feeling none of the torment.