One person and one sheep left the resort center and came to the grassy hill behind it. Pulling the little cart, Zhu Juntang slowly sank into a state of shock.
"Baa! I've become part of the great working class!" In Zhu Juntang's impression, the image of workers so often promoted on the mainland was pretty much like her own. Some held sickles and hammers, some waved shovels, some sat on tractors, and some pushed carts full of bricks to build the motherland.
She was pulling a little cart, so it was more or less the same.
"You're great my ass." Liu Chang'an had no way of speaking properly to Zhu Juntang. "Look at yourself. At most, you're a stupid sheep that doesn't even have any wool worth shearing."
"Baa, turn into a sheep and play with me." It was enough that Zhu Juntang herself thought she was great; she did not need anyone else's approval. But she did need Liu Chang'an to play with her.
"Hm? Why should I turn into a sheep and play with you?" The last time Liu Chang'an had turned into a sheep, he had not been in a rational state. He had actually regretted it a little as soon as he transformed. He had just had a brain fart—why had he thought becoming a somewhat larger sheep would intimidate Zhu Juntang?
Zhu Juntang's reasoning was that Liu Chang'an and Shangguan Dandan had gone out last night without taking her along. They must have been carrying out some unfathomable secret mission, exactly the sort of thing Zhu Juntang was most interested in.
So, while picking up sheep droppings, Liu Chang'an told Zhu Juntang a little about what had happened the night before. Naturally, he skipped details such as Shangguan Dandan tearing off the rag around his