Chapter 1092 continued, "Hey, I don't see anything special about this. Don't all the folks who like to mix it up judge people by their strength? Whoever's stronger becomes the boss. Right now, it's clear that I'm stronger than you. You can call me your subordinate, and you won't be disappointed, will you?" Saying this, Wang Shiyu raised her fist toward Wang Dapao. Wang Dapao sighed, "The logic makes sense, but I'm still a man, after all." "What's wrong with being a man? Does that make him less human? If you don't want to be my subordinate today, I'll kick your life out of you!" Wang Shiyu threatened, then lifted her foot and swished it twice toward Wang Dapao, as if to say, if you don't agree, her little feet will really go after you. Wang Dapao muttered, "You're not just strong with your fists—you're strong with your feet! I'm not buying it." Wang Shiyu frowned, "What did you just say? Not satisfied?" "Wang Dapao nodded. 'I know you've trained in taekwondo and are quite skilled, but your punching technique definitely falls short of mine. So there's really no point in debating who has the harder punches.'" Wang Shiyu kept her eyes fixed steadily on Wang Dapao, so intently that Wang Dapao's back hairs stood on end, fearing that this lady would indeed knock him out with a sudden burst of energy. It seemed clear that Wang Shiyu was determined to make Wang Dapao her own protegé. She gave him a solemn, quiet smile and said, "Have you made up your mind yet? I still have class to attend—I don't have much time left for you." Wang Dapao glanced at Wang Shiyu and gave a subtle sigh—how could she possibly handle being crushed under him with such a delicate frame? If he were to take her as his junior, that would be absolutely impossible! He shook his head decisively, just like Wang Shiyu, refusing to say a single word. With his own leverage firmly in hand, when would it ever be Wang Shiyu’s turn to take the lead and reprimand him? Let alone having him serve as her junior. At worst, it would come down to a full-blown battle—something he already knew he couldn’t win against her. But Wang Shiyu couldn’t possibly silence him. As long as she dared to take action, she’d spill everything—what happened in class with Lu Yun, or even what transpired in the small grove between them. Then he’d see whether it was the fish that died or the net that broke! Wang Dabao, though not exactly a fool, ultimately didn't buckle under Wang Shiyu's rather rude demands—he managed to hold his ground like a man of stature. Of course, how long he could sustain that stance remains to be seen; perhaps he'll finally fall victim to Wang Dabao's all-or-nothing strategy. Who knows? After all, matters of this sort ultimately come down to who has the stronger psychological resilience. If Wang Dabao can't withstand the pressure, he'll surely agree to be Wang Shiyu's loyal follower—perhaps even a die-hard one. If that fails, well, then it's truly a case of both parties going down in flames. Neither of the latter two outcomes is something Wang Shiyu and Wang Dabao hoped for. The best solution—well, the very best solution is to persevere. That's why Wang Dabao, quite impressive, told Wang Shiyu: "Shiyu, I know I can't beat you. But people's opinions matter—this point you should understand. Once I speak about this, no matter how much you explain—of course, even if you explain, I won't accuse you and Lu Yun of anything false. As soon as I speak, there will surely be a major stir at school. I can already imagine what kind of situation will unfold. As someone as intelligent as you, I'm sure you can clearly picture it yourself."