Bernadette's outfit today was still full of contradictions. The only thing unchanged was her pair of exquisite little black leather boots. But as the saying went, when someone was attractive enough, even draping them in sequined cloth would look good, let alone Bernadette today, who was not wearing a veil.
Looking at her delicate features, perfect figure, and the smooth long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, there was almost nothing to criticize apart from the fact that it was not black.
"Not answering? Are you admitting it? Or can't you say?"
"Ah, if my father-in-law saw this... Cough, cough, sorry. I just advanced recently and got distracted." Sno coughed twice, feeling rather helpless about the monkeys rebelling.
The side effects of Shakespeare's Ape were not actually difficult for Sno to overcome, now that he had completed the unification of his consciousness. But sometimes, the hardest thing to overcome was not passivity, but initiative.
Script after script drifted past his eyes, and before Sno knew it, he had become engrossed in them.
It reminded him of browsing Bilibili in his previous life, intending to find some material and leave, only to realize after coming to his senses that he had already spent an hour watching videos.
"The father of the mountain? What is that? What would happen if he saw it? Is that someone's codename?" Bernadette was no longer surprised by the made-up terms that suddenly popped out of Sno's mouth. It was not that she had heard them often, but her own father had frequently said such coined phrases in the past as well. Now, it seemed they were probably the result of directly translating complete Rochard Language sentences. Of course, that did not conflict with her associating and analyzing them.
"That's not important." Relying on the