Guan Yongyi: "So you're arguing that this love has deteriorated because it came too easily, right?"
Zhong Ruixi: "Not just that."
Guan Yongyi: "Okay, then I'd like to ask the opposing debater, do you think the extent to which love is cherished is directly proportional to the difficulty of obtaining it?"
Zhong Ruixi: "I can only say there's a certain correlation."
Guan Yongyi: "So, in order to cherish love, should we torture each other in the process, opting for actions over words, preferring to break a finger rather than speaking kindly?"
Zhong Ruixi: "Today's question isn't about how much suffering equates to how much love, but rather that your side completely lacks this experience. What we want isn't zero."
The two verbally sparred, matching each other tit for tat without falling behind.
Ding-ling-ling!
The bell rang, and He Ying signaled to the two that the questioning time was over.
"Guan Guan is so amazing..."
