Nan Baihao was still puzzled, not daring to lower his guard: "What's going on?"
Gu Shaocheng poked his back and chuckled: "Put the gun away, it's your son's work."
Nan Baihao: "..."
Gu Shaocheng laughed loudly as he picked up Zun Zun, ruffling his hair as a reward: "Alright, I'll let you off this time. Next time, if you lose your skills and get tricked by someone, you'll have to run twenty laps around this field."
Wubai's face was tense: "Really no punishment?"
Gu Shaocheng declared: "No punishment. Next time, before doing anything, assess the opponent's strength first, got it? Otherwise, it'll be you who suffers. For today's incident, write a summary, two hundred words each, and submit it to me before the end of school tomorrow! Wubai must also submit."
Wubai sheepishly scratched his head: "Dad, I can't write complex characters?"
"For characters you can't write, dictate and have your biological dad write them!"
