An Yan laughed and said, "Is there even a need to calculate? He just wants to use his face to distract you all from the competition."
"Ah? Is it that simple?"
Su Siming shook his head. "Then isn't he taking himself too seriously?"
"He succeeded, didn't he?"
An Yan looked up at Su Siming. "Your asking me this question means his actions have already disrupted your focus. If you don't let it go, or if you can't help sharing and discussing this idea with other teammates, then his purpose will soon be achieved."
"I'm not going to tell anyone. An Yan, do you see me as a big mouth?"
An Yan glanced at him.
Su Siming was suddenly displeased. "I'm not. I speak only when necessary! An Yan, you can't think of me like that."
"Alright. I won't think that. Do you have anything else?"
"No, I'm going to make my rounds at the infirmary."
