To be honest, compared to "Little Grey," the name "Sour Fruit" does sound a bit more sophisticated.
The only problem is that whenever Zheng Qing hears the name "Sour Fruit," he can't help but think of Juice, and that little girl trapped in the World in the Mirror.
"No way."
He shook his head, rejecting Fatty's suggestion without giving a reason.
"Are you planning to waste an entire night naming Gouzi like last time when you named the Absolution Hunting Team? If not..."
Zheng Qing finally couldn't stand it anymore, interrupted Fatty abruptly, and roared, "I don't have so many 'plans,' are you 'planning' to spend all night discussing my 'plans'? Can we change the term? Count how many times you've used the word 'plan' since we started!"
Fatty was startled by Zheng Qing's roar, and the chicken popcorn he was chewing suddenly slipped into his throat, almost choking him. He pounded his chest hard.
The two little Sprites quickly brought over a cup of water.
