"That is not quite right."
Laigushi looked at Yan Huan seriously.
"'Little Gray Gray' can be a father's affectionate name for his child, and it is far more intimate than 'Gray Little Wolf.'"
"Besides, that name is only my guess. If it is wrong, I would also guess 'Little Little Gray,' 'Little Gray Little,' or 'Gray Little Little.'"
"..."
"Next question." Yan Huan flipped the documents in the blue folder to the next page and asked again.
"There is now a play with the following plot—"
"The disciple was reprimanded by his master for singing the wrong lyrics: 'I am GO Senior.'"
"The master has now smacked the disciple and loudly corrected him. What would the master say?"
Laigushi fell silent for several seconds before abruptly answering, "The master should angrily scold him: 'You are Junior Wa.'"
"Alright, death sentence." A black gun barrel pressed against Laigushi's forehead.
Laigushi: "..."
"Why... is that wrong too?"
"Do you take me for an idiot?!" Yan Huan's expression grew increasingly suspicious.
"You can even pick up on such a rotten meme, and you still dare say there is nothing wrong with you?"
"I understand. You are provoking me..."
"Absolutely not." Laigushi retreated again and again, looking utterly confused.
"This is merely the normal conclusion I reached after thinking it through. How could there be anything wrong with it?"
"Then tell me, how did your native brain come up with an answer like that?!"
"To be honest." Laigushi looked serious.
"I happened to hear that play before at Marble Market."
"Since you happened to pose this question, I answered using the common folk's answer."
"?" Yan Huan's eyes widened.
Cthulhu hurriedly shouted from the side, "Wow~ He is messing with you, sir..."
"Absolutely not." Laigushi looked resolute.
"Though I do not know why this