'That does seem to have a point!'
Liu Zilang nodded as if he just had a revelation.
At this point, Nvliu also started going all out. She started to describe her "Mongolian" academic life with a serious face.
"How do you guys usually greet your classmates in the morning?" Nvliu asked.
"Have ye had breakfast?" As soon as Liu Zilang answered, he quickly shook his head. "No, it's 'Let me copy last night's homework.'"
"..." Nvliu was speechless. After a dry cough, she said in a serious tone, "Me and my Mongolian classmates greet each other by shooting arrows at each other."
"Shooting arrows… At each other?" Liu Zilang was shocked.
"Yep." Nvliu solemnly nodded.
'Haha, that must've scared your *ss off!'
Out of the blue, Liu Zilang suddenly questioned, "Then what happens when you run out of arrows?"
"..."
'Are the arrows the only thing you care about in this entire story?
