Jiaojiao: "Does that hurt, my dear Xiao Yu?"
Qin Yu: "Did you forget that you're going with me, my little Sabi?"
Jiaojiao: "!!!!"
Damn, he really fucking forgot!
"So, this ranking is the all-inclusive statistic of the annual achievements of the Chosen Ones in the ninth season, right? By the way, how many people are in the ninth season now?"
—99,999 people.
"So by that logic, the eighth season has 88,888?"
—Yep.
Well, that's quite auspicious.
Qin Yu got the answers, knew what was going on, and tactfully refused the boss: "Sorry, I can only sell one pot at most, and the rest needs to be kept for my own use." When Qin Yu said this, the boss was puzzled, "Could it be that Boss Qin is also going to participate in the ranking? I think Boss Qin is so deep-rooted that he must be a great person from before the sixth season~~"
Fucking hell, do I look that old?
Sixth season, that's over 300 years old, right?
