Why would a highly intelligent person waste their energy if they can just talk?
The little furball looked at him with a smile, pointed to the snow-white wall next to him, and asked, "What color is this?"
The golden retriever gave him a strange look and proudly raised its head.
The little furball sneered, "Oh, so you're colorblind."
Upon hearing this, the golden retriever immediately retorted, "What colorblindness? The walls are white!"
"Is white considered a color?" the little furball asked patiently.
"So what if we count?" the blond child asked, puzzled.
The little furball grinned and said, "So, you're also a lowly, colored person, huh?"
The little golden retriever was momentarily stumped by his question, vaguely feeling that what he said seemed to be right, but also that he himself seemed to be wrong.
Then, the little furball shook its head regretfully, "It took you so long to figure out it was white, so you can't even tell colors apart. What are you pretending to appreciate? Did you even understand it?"
"I don't understand!" the little blond boy said angrily, pointing at the figures. "This is Ivanka's work, this is Donosi's work, this is..."
"Oh, so you can read!" The little furball clapped his hands in feigned surprise, still smiling as he said, "It must have been hard for your parents to teach you to read. Look at you, you look so smart and clever, but unfortunately your IQ is a bit lacking. You even managed to insult yourself."
It took the little golden retriever a while to realize that the little furball was insulting him, and he was immediately furious: "You lowly Chinese, how dare you run wild on our turf! Today I'm going to beat you so badly you'll never be able to get up again!"
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