"so much!?"

"Haha, this is already too little."

Yan Chixia shook her head. Seeing that Liao Wenjie beside her was not talking nonsense, she had already started to take action. She stood up and slapped Shi'er on the forehead, urging: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? One thousand, three hundred and sixty-five in a row. Don't fold them until they are finished."

Stop."

"Ah this..."

"Remember, concentrate on it, and devote yourself to the paper crane."

After saying this, Yan Chixia turned and left, leaving Shi'er with a bitter look on her face.

"Brother Jie, aren't you bored?"

After folding a dozen or so pieces, Shi'er stretched and saw Liao Wenjie on the other side quickly folding out hundreds with his eyes closed. He immediately took a breath of cold air.

This hand speed is so scary.

"Boring, but..."

Liao Wenjie opened his eyes, multitasking, folding the paper crane and saying to Shi'er: "If you don't sweat today, you will bleed tomorrow. If you don't risk your life today, your life will play tricks on you tomorrow. Now you still have a chance to fight, in the future...

I only regret it."

"Thanks for the advice, Brother Jie."

Shi'er nodded, lowered his head and started folding the paper crane, and never said anything boring.
Chapter completed!