"So why can't you be like him, and be a sensible child?" Lin Murong suddenly appeared and asked this question.
"Huh? Haven't you already accepted that I'm a salted fish?" Why are you still asking now?
"I thought about it, and I still can't accept it." Lin Murong looked at the ceiling, his face full of melancholy.
"Alright then. You better accept it soon. Don't try to straighten me out." Lin Murong was like this every day, it was really tiring.
"But..." Lin Murong still wasn't giving up.
How could anyone be more like a salted fish than a salted fish?
Can't he be slightly more ambitious?
"It only takes one sensible child. I just need to lie down." Salted Fish Boss lay down quite peacefully.
Lin Murong: "..."
The people at Goldfish Base had always been competitive, until their stockpile nearly filled their large cave, and then they slightly held back.
To celebrate their hoarded supplies, they decided to throw a party.
