Qin Miao looked around while sitting on the sofa: "I still remember the first time I sat here. I was so nervous when I saw you, Roxin, that I was cautious even when speaking, fearing I'd say something wrong."
Roxin's face was also full of reminiscence: "Yes, I remember it was 2019. Back then, you perfectly fitted all my stereotypes about Chinese people: humble, polite, not vying or competing, appearing very gentle."
"So what is your impression of me now?" Qin Miao asked curiously.
Roxin took a sip of the coffee in front of him and uttered just two words: "Conqueror."
Qin Miao raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Your dominance in F2 at that time was terrifying. If I had to find a word to describe you, 'conqueror' fits best."
Qin Miao shrugged: "I thought you would talk about qualities I possess, like being calm and composed, having superb skills, or being handsome."
"Hahaha, those adjectives are somewhat one-dimensional when applied to you. I think 'conqueror' is quite apt."
