Sometimes, many things simply did not need words.
Like gunslingers meeting in the western wilderness, samurai crossing paths beneath a torii gate on a perilous road, or two zones suddenly looking at each other from opposite ends of a living room sofa!
The instant their eyes met, blazing flames ignited in their gazes.
No need for more words.
Fight!
And so, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle.
The two Supreme Masters of the Zone battled from roadside stalls to food courts, until even the disposable chopsticks had been ground to dust!
I'm fucking eating, eating, eating, eating, eating... Who invented this coconut chicken/milk tea/fried snacks/qingbuliang/herb duck/mango jelly/shaved ice/roast suckling pig/double-skin milk/black sesame paste... chomp chomp chomp... anyway?
"And then, I went to the association to submit my application. The association said the format was wrong and asked where I'd filled it out, so I slapped your license right onto the table. The people at the review office turned green on the spot, hahahaha..."
"Really?"
"And also... Master Kong called a few days ago... The final declaration was submitted jointly... but the project was still split apart..."
"Mm-hm."
"A couple of days ago, I saw Chen Lu on the street too... You remember her, right? That loyal Big Sister from the class above yours. She got married before graduating, and her husband was... She was even holding a child's hand, and the kid called me Aunt. I still haven't recovered from that..."
"That really was something."
Ji Jue responded with occasional nods, then suddenly heard Ye Chun's words come to an abrupt halt.
He looked up. Through the large strawberry shaved ice with a hole scooped through its middle, he saw Ye Chun holding her spoon, deep in thought.
"Why did you stop talking?"
"Shh, don't talk. I'm thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"Thinking about