"I just don't like knives, that's why I deliberately didn't figure it out to avoid seeing this tragic ending! Why doesn't Old Jian understand my good intentions? X is really pitiful! I even want to write a novel called 'The Sacrifice of Unknown X'."
Bai Bufan covered his face, whispering in pain and unwillingness.
"Feels like you're the kind of person who'd cry while watching a Knife Forging Competition, lamenting how many knives there are in this show." Lin Li sneered.
"Ah, sadness makes my poetic inspiration burst,"
Bai Bufan ignored Lin Li, as writing a book was too hard. He just wanted to come up with a haiku, so he took a deep breath:
"Jian Jian big idiot,
Baka Baka,
But not annoying."
Lin Li gave a thumbs up: "That's hilarious, and 'Baka Baka'? I'm more like 'Gala Gala'."
The poem evaluation results are back, and the poem is because of owing.
"Compared to 'Gala Gala,' I still prefer the green onion duck with built-in seasoning,"
