As one of the veteran big shots of Changhe Survivor Camp, Zhao Zhengrong had never let Zhang Guangmu down.
This time was no exception.
Zhang Guangmu tapped out a reply at lightning speed.
Changhe Guangmu: "Big Brother really is reliable! A certain Surname Little Brother Li who folded at a crucial moment should take notes~"
Xiaoxiao Doesn't Cry: "???"
Chu Fan Who Practices Marksmanship: "Although I feel like I shouldn't, I still couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud... Is this what they call naming names? I've learned something!"
"But..."
"What Boss Zhao said isn't wrong either. The several of us happen to be free tomorrow. Why don't we go play basketball together?"
"While we're at it, we can also help Zhang Guangmu run through his role in his new show."
"Two heads are better than one, after all!"
Xiaoxiao Doesn't Cry: "Rehearsing the scenes is fine, but basketball? You're trying to make someone surnamed Zhang drop dead on the spot, aren't you? With that sickly body of his, play basketball? Heh."
Seeing this, Zhang Guangmu silently gave Li Xiaoxiao a fair assessment in his heart.
The power of his mouth: three stages!
That assessment included bonus points for friendship. It absolutely couldn't go any higher.
His good brother's arguing skills were only at this level. He folded every day, yet stubbornly refused to admit defeat at every turn. He was the very embodiment of being convinced in his heart but not in his words.
Zhang Guangmu was used to it.
With a casual tap, he delivered a classic three-stage troll response: "I'm sickly, not a medicine jar. I rarely take medicine. When I fall ill, I usually rely on my own powerful willpower to tough it out."
"So I'm not as fragile as some crybaby who burst into tears