Hearing Guo Miao's words, Hai Lin, who was wearing a mask, was obviously stunned. This little mathematician certainly had a temper.
"Don't worry, you won't lose too badly. I'll give in to you. It's been a long time since I've seen such a cute little brat." Hai Lin reached out to touch Guo Miao's hair.
Hai Lin was about the same age as Tong Pei, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be calling her a brat, but he insisted on doing so.
This was a kind of psychological battle. Guo Miao was a girl, and her psychological defense line might have been weaker.
If there was even a little bit of age suppression, she would probably collapse before the competition.
Or so Hai Lin thought.
However, he had no idea how terrifying the high school student he called a brat was.
Guo Miao raised her head and stared into Hai Lin's eyes. Hai Lin was obviously stunned for a moment and couldn't help but shiver.