Ye Buyu rolled her eyes, not bothering to argue with a dead fish.
"Keep pretending. You'll turn into a stupid fish one day."
Little Whale was perfectly content. "Stupid fish have stupid luck. I'm a lucky fish."
Ha. Lucky. Those were the words Ye Buyu could least bear to face right now. They were practically the bane of her life.
She poked Little Whale. "Seriously, what knocked me out at the end?"
Little Whale hemmed and hawed. "A little gift from [Those Without a Home]. A bit of pure soul power. Mm, it was only about the size of a fingernail, but to you people, it would probably be as big as a basketball court."
In other words, they had accepted their goodwill and tossed over a basketball court's worth of pure soul power, and she had been knocked out by the basketball court they had thrown.
What could Ye Buyu say? Thanks for the gift, buddy? But could you consider the size of the present next time?
On second thought, no thanks. She really couldn't take this kind of torment. This limited-time account was a little too hot to handle, so hot her paws had gone numb.
She wondered whether her teammates lying beside her with peaceful expressions had suffered the same thing.
"What about my teammates?"
Little Whale conjured a bottle of cola, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ahh... them. Two were knocked out just like you, two passed out from exhaustion, and one was pretending."
At the mention of the Hold Up the Heavens Team, Little Whale let out a burp that smelled of cola.
"Your teammates are very interesting. Mm, every one of them."
On previous planets, it had rarely seen so many exceptional geniuses appear in the same period.
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