Lin Yuan: "?????"
Wen Yingying: "????"
Lightning Boy spoke so quickly, it sounded like he was chanting spells or scriptures.
Lin Yuan was completely bewildered and didn't understand a thing.
Lin Yuan looked at Wen Yingying beside him; she also looked completely confused, clearly not getting it either.
Lin Yuan thought to himself, what are you even saying, rap?
I asked you about your tattoo, and you give me improv rap?
Isn't rap just about having a mouth? Who can't do it!
Who says single rhymes don't count as rhymes, who says single rhymes don't count as rhymes....
I'm just cramming for a test, cramming for a test!
....
....
With this kind of thing, if a dog could speak, even a dog could come up with a few lines.
Lin Yuan glared at Lightning Boy fiercely and said irritably, "I'm asking about your tattoo?"
Lightning Boy was startled, then quickly smiled apologetically: "I was speaking too fast just now, I'll slow down this time, listen carefully."
