The usually impulsive Carl began to scratch his head; this was one of Wang Tong’s bad habits, "C’mon Cao Yi, gimme something, this belongs to us!"
Cao Yi shook his head and replied, "It has nothing to do with me man, you’re the one who came up with this, and I’m just a helper."
"Yo boss, why don’t you name it?" Carl suddenly turned towards Wang Tong, who had never looked down on him since they met each other, and even had faith in him for supporting him to participate in this match. Carl was grateful to Wang Tong, and really wanted to take this opportunity to repay his kindness. Hence, Carl wanted him to give it a name.
However, Wang Tong smiled and declined, "It’s yours, brother. Just give it a simple name that suits you."
"Haha, you got it boss. Alright then, Vice Principal Halmond, the name’s gonna be Art of Carl-ism!"
"Art of Carl-ism, good name!"
As Carl was about to grab his fist due to the excitement, he sensed a sharp pain, and realized that his wrists were swollen.
