Shen Qingqiu's brow twitches at the uninvited commentary, though his expression is otherwise unmoved.

Instead, he slowly comes to a halt, crossing his arms as he turns to face the loser in the spring. "Did you think I was trying to hide?" Because if he was, he certainly wouldn't be standing right out here in the open, now would he?

This comment is followed by a practiced and elegant lift of an eyebrow. Mocking, but in a subdued sort of way.