Shen Jiao originally disliked being quick-witted, for no other reason than she was simply lazy.
Arguing is like compound interest; for every insult, there are ten retorts, and with each ten insults, at least a thousand-word essay would have to be written.
Isn't it good to drool a little to nourish your teeth?
Unfortunately, she was in a bad mood today, and the assassination attempt was inextricably linked to Shen Yu, so she couldn't stand it.
How can you speak so rudely!
Shen Yu's face turned pale and then red. No matter what, she couldn't bring herself to say such a thing in public.
How could Shen Jiao, so despicable and shameless, be worthy of being the mother of a nation!
Shen Jiao was silent for three seconds: "Why don't you say a few more insults?"
Shen Yu immediately became alert: "???"
What is that slut up to now?
"After all, I've worked so hard to muster up my fighting spirit, and I can't let your lack of ambition extinguish it."
Shen Jiao sighed.
She had been slacking off for so long, and it was rare for her to stand up. Before she could even get her legs back on their feet, she was forced to sit down again.
Was she born with a disability?
The chess match was the last one. After it ended, the girls who should have dispersed and gone home to their mothers stayed behind, claiming they wanted to have a deep discussion about the winner and loser.
Don't ask, the answer is that the ultimate goal of human nature is gossip.
Shen Yu originally wanted to vent her anger, but seeing the meaningful looks from everyone, she sensed that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction. She immediately went back to her old ways and cried and sobbed, "The prince and I are truly in love. Why do you hurt me, trample on me, insult me, and make fun of me again and again, sister?"
Shen Jiao: "..." She's quite good at using parallel sentences. If she were to finish a set of five-year practice books in three days, she would definitely be moved to tears.
"Why don't you have some water first?"
"What do you mean?" Shen Yu frowned.
Shen Jiao: "I cried for so long but didn't see Jin Doudou. You're not embarrassed, but I am. I can accept being embarrassed myself, but I can't stand seeing others embarrassed."
If you feel awkward, you can pretend you're not, and that's when others will feel awkward.
When others feel embarrassed, she can only try to distract herself from her anxiety, for example, by making a fussing motion with her thumb while picking at the Epang Palace.
But the construction industry has been booming lately, and her feet need a rest too.
Shen Yu gritted her teeth. Was it because she didn't want to cry?
It's because I cried too much in front of Murong You and Princess Han Ya, and now I don't have enough tears left.
Chen Yu was furious.
Adhering to the principle of helping people to the end, Shen Jiao added, "I suggest you go back and drink three vats of water first, and try to cry like a dog the next time we meet."
The aroma of roasted tea filled the air during the competition, but no one noticed that the tyrant, dressed in black and embroidered with gold roses, was sitting on the roof, watching everything unfold.
Wang Fu, who was curled up like a mushroom due to his fear of heights, was lying at his feet.
"Tell me, how dare this ignorant green thing be so bold? It's not my place to lecture her."
Ji Yan's tone was full of disgust and murderous intent, which made Wang Fu tremble even more.
"Your Majesty is right."
The aroma of tea wafts through the air; isn't that exactly what green things are?
Ji Yan stood up and walked steadily on the roof. Without any warning, she leaped onto the competition platform.
Wang Fu, who was trying his best to survive like a turtle: "???"
Your Majesty, please take care. But have you forgotten something? You must take your trash with you.
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Shen Yu's entire life's focus has been on how to cry the fastest.
How can one cry with three parts restraint and seven parts unyielding spirit?
How did she cry so pitifully, like an orphan who was the only one in a family photo?
Even as danger approached, she was still trying to talk her way out of it: "Although I don't like to hear this, I still want to remind you that relying on looks and luck is not the right thing to do."
"No, no, no, you're wrong." Shen Jiao put her hands on her hips and shook her index finger from side to side.
She said in a serious tone, "Some people could make a living based on their talent, but they insist on relying on their looks, like me."
"There are also some people who could make a living based on their looks, but they choose to rely on luck, like me."
Without blushing or skipping a beat, Shen Jiao launched into her self-praise mode. Ignoring Shen Yu's stiff, expressionless face, she continued to ramble on: "But you are different from me. You are a famous dish."
Not wanting to respond but curious about her own place in the conversation, Chen Yu couldn't help but ask, "...What kind of dish?"
Since it's a famous dish, she didn't believe Shen Jiao could still scold her!
Shen Jiao smiled, revealing her dimples: "I don't touch any of the three things."
Chen Yu: "..."
She swore that she had wanted to kill Shen Jiao countless times in her life, and in fact, she had done so. But for some reason, Shen Jiao, who was poisoned, did not die.
But this time, she had another wish: she had never wished so much that Shen Jiao was mute.
Shen Jiao waited for a while and found that the green tea contestant's insults were not up to par.
She shook her head, feeling very fortunate that she had maintained the good habit of going to the market with her grandmother all those years, regardless of wind or rain.
Indeed, any habit, if persisted with, will eventually bring corresponding rewards.
"come over."
Just as the two were having a pleasant, one-sided conversation, a cold yet pleasant voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. They all tensed up and dared not act rashly, kneeling down in unison to pay their respects.
Only Shen Jiao, upon hearing the familiar voice, immediately brightened up and pounced towards Ji Yanfei.
"Your Majesty! Look at how I rushed to you without looking back, don't I look like a cute little tiger?"
Ji Yan caught her steadily, then lifted her by the back of the neck as if she were a salted fish, looking her over from left to right, "Like..."
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