Liu Chang'an agreed, and Zhu Juntang immediately became smug and overbearing. Even the Sect Master of the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, and the leader of a world-class super-evil organization, had to accompany Mie Mie to the amusement park—wasn't he completely under her control?
Zhu Juntang snatched the plane from Liu Chang'an's hand, gave it a casual look, then gripped the handles on both sides and made two planing motions at his face. She then planed the armrest of his recliner a few times, leaving several notches in it.
Liu Chang'an snatched the plane back and pointed at the recliner. "Compensate me for my chair, or I'll beat you up."
The foundation of Zhu Juntang's recklessness was that she feared neither compensation nor a beating. She nodded. "Since I have to compensate you for the chair, let me keep using it to practice my woodworking... I don't particularly want to elevate my woodworking skills to the ultimate level. Once I'm done planing this chair, I'll probably be about as skilled as Lu Ban."
"Zhu Juntang, you're actually an idiot, yet you think you're a genius. You think that with just a tiny bit of learning, you can reach the heights others spend their entire lives striving for... Where does this inexplicable confidence of yours come from?"
Liu Chang'an stared at Zhu Juntang in disbelief. The thought processes of this strange creature were simply too incomprehensible. Even the incoherent ramblings of mental patients often had traces one could follow; if you kept up with their train of thought, you could understand them to some extent.
Zhu Juntang's confidence was even harder to fathom than that of a mental patient.
The most absurd part was that after she confidently attempted something and failed miserably, her confidence was not shaken in