Yan Xianjue: "...His family was pretty good at naming people."
"Hm?" Shen Fangli tilted her head in confusion.
Ji Xi said coolly from the side, "Lü, Hui. Put them together and it makes four mouths, with a mouth inside a mouth."
"Pfft." Shen Fangli nudged Yan Xianjue's arm. "We're live. What nonsense are you saying?"
"??? Does Shen Fangli mean he can say it as long as they're live?"
"What else would she mean? I think it fits perfectly. Yan Xianjue wasn't wrong."
"Ah, why does this show have so many pink bubbles? Damn it."
"I want to report this. Isn't that person next to Jiang Miaomiao not even graduated yet? What is he doing here?"
"M-Maybe he came to help Jiang Miaomiao work?"
"The person above sounds weirdly convincing."
Yan Xianjue hadn't lowered his voice. Everyone was sitting in a circle, and even Lü Hui, seated across from them, could clearly hear what they were saying.
He looked completely unconcerned. "Oh, I just like talking."
"My mom said that when I was little, I talked so much that I kept the nurses awake. My dad named me that overnight."
Shen Fangli thoughtfully added, "Come to think of it, the pear in my name is because I wouldn't let go of pears when I was little. I wouldn't give one up no matter who tried to take it."
After saying that, she looked curiously at Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue hadn't wanted to say anything, because he always felt that if he did, everyone would laugh at him for a long time.
But when he met Shen Fangli's gaze, Yan Xianjue paused before saying vaguely, "It came from the last two lines of that poem by Zhuge Liang."
Ye You immediately answered, "After a full spring sleep in the thatched cottage,