"You're right, they're all little black people. Has Lao Da been silently protecting us this whole time with this method? Is there a safety warning sign for low-flying helicopters?"
Lin Li looked at the sign with those black figures and said emotionally.
Covered in dust, Bai Bufan widened his eyes at Lin Li, wondering how this guy could seamlessly transition back to a conversation he started after tormenting him. Was him hitting me just going to be brushed off so easily?
It seemed like it really was.
Patience. The day I succeed in quitting my habits will be the day Lin Li faces his end.
Will I win? I will win.
Hating by association, Bai Bufan brushed off the dust and sneered, "People like you see a black person and only think of Kobe's joke 'Little Ghost Riot.' Lao Da has 5 championships, 2 FMVPs, 1 MVP, and 30,000 points. Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm alive." Lin Li replied calmly.
"..."
The sudden yet serious reply made Bai Bufan laugh out loud.
