Who hit you?
How did you end up like this?
Are you a dragon now, or a snake?
How did you turn into an egg?
Even after forming this body, why did you run away?
If you're here, then who's the one still living in my ear canal?
Zheng Qing stared at the Little Green Dragon by his feet, a string of questions bubbling up inside him. If gazes could speak or questions had weight, this little thing would have been crushed to death on the spot.
But though he had countless questions, when the moment came, he asked only the most straightforward one—and the one that surprised even himself the most—
"How did you get so big?!"
The young teaching assistant sized up the foot-long Little Green Dragon, unable to hide his astonishment. At the same time, he used his fingers to indicate the "snake egg," which had been barely larger than a soybean, his face full of suspicion. "Did you really hatch out of that?"
The Little Green Dragon continued nodding perfunctorily.
This time, there was no "moo."
"I don't understand..."
"What's so hard to understand?"
The little dragon's face drooped as it rudely cut off the boy's doubts. In an old-fashioned tone, it said, "After Shakyamuni was born, he took seven steps on the ground and became an Archwizard. Jehovah created a New World in only seven days. It's been seven or eight hours since I crawled out of the eggshell. I may not be as fast as those two, but is it really so surprising that I grew a few feet?"
The Little Green Dragon's explanation sounded as simple as "putting an elephant into a refrigerator"—open the refrigerator door, stuff the elephant inside, then close the door—but Zheng Qing did not believe it was truly that