Silenced by Fu Yanci's words for a long moment, Zhou Zhichu pursed his lips, lowered his head, and muttered, "But Shu Ran used to say things like that all the time."
"What did you say?" Unable to make out his muttering, Fu Yanci propped himself up on his hands and looked at him.
"Nothing. What time is it? Has it been half an hour?" Zhou Zhichu patted his cheeks and turned to check the time on his phone. "Six minutes have passed. There are still twenty-something minutes left. Let's rest. Brother Chi said we were going to help Granny weave bamboo baskets this afternoon."
[I know this request is a little unreasonable, but I think I make an excellent point, and I believe all the other besties feel the same. Why not grant this tiny little request of ours? The minority should follow the majority. There are only twenty-something minutes left, and it's not like you can fall asleep instantly anyway. Why not skip the nap and keep chatting with us? ^ ̳- ‧̫ • ̳^ฅ]
[That's no excuse to plaster your comment over the chat and push all our messages out. ･ ͜ʖ ･]
[Did you think we wouldn't see through your little scheme? You're seriously underestimating us. We're all in the same livestream. The second you stick your ass out, I know what kind of fart you're about to let loose.]
[I was way too restrained back then. Next time I write an essay, I'm tagging this commenter for her.]
[Why would you tag me when you write an essay? • ·̭ •̥]
[My essay got swallowed by your oh-so-cultured stomach. I have to type it out by hand.]
[Slick. (̿▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)]
In the end, Zhou Zhichu ignored the chat, shut off the livestream, and rested with his