After lunch.
Roman called Jimmy to him.
This was a yellow-haired boy, looking even scrawnier than Kao, like a girl.
The latter had a well-proportioned, sleek, and agile physique. Although still a minor, he already had a masculine bearing.
But Jimmy looked like a refugee, his skinny ribs clearly visible, with severe loss of health not compensated for in recent days.
Roman asked, "How has your learning progress been recently?"
Jimmy was too nervous to speak.
Should he say it's good or not good?
Roman casually rested his chin on his hand, looking at the slightly awkward little Angel Envoy with some amusement, and asked again, "What number can you count to now?"
The child saw him smiling, and his voice, magnetic, tickled his ears, relaxing him inexplicably. He spoke softly like a mosquito, "100."
"Count for me."
He began counting softly, "1, 2, 3..."
Jimmy stumbled at 53 but quickly overcame it, and Roman, without urging, patiently waited for him to count to 100.
