Yin Qiao squatted on the stone and watched Xiao He wipe his dagger bit by bit with a handkerchief. His sleeves were wet with water and stuck to his forearm to outline tight lines. He must be in good shape, Yin Qiao thought.
The broken hair on Xiao He's forehead hung down, blocking his eyes. Yin Qiao seemed to have never seen him smile before.
Suddenly Yin Qiao had an idea. She walked up to Xiao He and squatted down. "Let me tell you a joke. One day, a boy went to donate blood. Halfway through the blood draw, he said with a ferocious face that I can't survive. Hurry! Give me a blood injection! Hahahahahaha. A blood injection. It's funny."
Xiao He still lowered his head and wiped the knife without even paying her a glance.
Yin Qiao grinned awkwardly, "Okay, this may not be very funny, I have another one! One day, Ultraman raised his hand to answer a question in class, and then the teacher died hahahaha."
Just when Yin Qiao thought Xiao He still wouldn't react, she saw Xiao He raised his head with an extremely serious look on his face, "What is Ultraman?"
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