Competition

Su Chong looked at Chu Jin. He did not refuse and nodded. "Why wouldn't I dare? How do you want to compete, Young Master Chu?"

Chu Jin laughed heartily and said, "Great, let's compete in martial arts, horsemanship, archery, strength and such. We'll learn from each other and not use knives or spears. If there's a war in the future, we might even fight side by side."

Su Chong nodded. "Sure."

Qi Xingfeng frowned. "You—"

Chu Jin didn't look like he was here to cause trouble.

Chu Jin smiled at Qi Xingfeng. "Don't worry, I'm not here to pick a fight. Even in the past, I didn't come here to pick a fight. We're just competing on friendly terms."

"By the way, you don't talk much today. I heard someone say you'd changed. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. Even though you look like you want to talk and your face is red from holding it in, it's good that you don't. It's good to talk less. That's what my father said."