"Hey! Let me order it later when we have a sparring session..."
"Okay."
"Senior," [crying voice] "That majestic wet nurse cut Bing Xin's heart..."
"Where is it? Group me quickly!"
On a sunny afternoon, Shan Shanhang and Yuan Zi were sitting on a bench on campus.
"Senior, your poisonous brother can let me play for a while!?" Yuan Zicheng looked at Shanhang beside him with expectant eyes.
"No!" The latter decisively refused: "Your skills are too bad and you can't play the Poison Scripture. With your beggar gang's death-seeking rhythm, I'm afraid of a vendetta."
"... Senior... You don't love me anymore!"
The latter was silent, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the missing light was the white single Hang's smile.