"I like reading." Ugh. He mentally chastised himself and focused on his noodles for a while. Not the right hobby for his reputation, books. Even manga, he supposed. Whatever. Not as if anyone really talked to Yihao, not as if he really cared what people thought anyway. "Games are okay. I'm good at shooters."

He had good reflexes for stuff like that. Not exactly a valuable skill in real life, but still. "I doubt we read the same kind of manga." The boy seemed like too much of a puppy.