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Chapter 101 - 95 The Third Room is Hatsune Miku!

Chapter 101: Chapter 95 The Third Room is Hatsune Miku!

Seeing Jiang Xiao’s wise eyes staring intensely at herself.

Yao Han knew that if she didn’t provide an explanation, this lunatic was very likely not to let it go.

"Maybe, maybe it’s because the moon is smaller, or should I say the moon is farther away, so Hou Yi couldn’t shoot it?"

This brain-dead explanation was blurted out by Yao Han.

Anyway, this manager is an idiot; she should be able to fool him with just anything, right?

But now, Jiang Xiao wasn’t dumb at all; on the contrary, he was frighteningly sharp.

"Do you think I’m a fool? The average distance from the moon to the earth is 384,400 kilometers, while the average distance from the sun to the earth is about 149,597,870 kilometers, buddy, which do you think is farther?"

"And as for size, that’s even more laughable. In terms of mass, one sun is approximately equal to 27 million moons, and in terms of diameter, so the sun equals 109 earths, which equals 400 moons."

"So, Miss, I do not approve of your lame explanation. If you don’t understand, just don’t spout nonsense. You’re too stupid; some lies are okay to tell yourself, but don’t think about using them to deceive me, Dr. + Professor Mr. Pai Daxing."

Yao Han: ...

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A big thank you!

Yao Han nearly didn’t catch her breath in her lungs.

No way, are you screwing with me?

Why the hell is it so exhausting to talk to him?

"Fine, fine, fine, I don’t understand; I’m stupid, right? A total idiot, pretend to understand, it’s all my fault. You’re so smart, why would you even ask me? You genius... Dr. + Professor Mr. Pai Daxing!"

"Of course, I know!"

Jiang Xiao declared with finality, his entire being radiating confidence and wisdom.

"Because shooting nine suns is way easier than shooting it the moon!"

What?

What kind of genius (bullshit) explanation is this?

Yao Han was initially utterly baffled; she just didn’t get it.

What’s this about shooting the nine suns... what’s this about shooting the moon...

Where is it easy to shoot nine suns?

No matter how you think about it, shooting the moon should be easier, right?!!

Wait!

Suddenly Yao Han’s expression stiffened, and then her ears turned a bit red.

Holy shit, shooting nine suns is much easier than shooting it the moon!!

Alright, alright~

You dare to tease me like that...

"Get out! Get out right now! Out of my sight! Scram!"

Being teased like this, Yao Han didn’t dare to raise a hand.

She was actually afraid this madman would split personalities again, so instead of getting physical, she kicked and shoved Jiang Xiao and the big porcelain basin out the door.

She didn’t even eat her meal!

It was a lucky thing she hadn’t seen the food; otherwise, after seeing the peanut oil parfait, she might have had to reassess her life once more.

With Jiang Xiao’s torment, her mind felt like buzzing, and if nothing else, she was probably not going to sleep well tonight.

Yao Han understood.

But many in the barrage still didn’t get it.

[If you don’t understand, just ask: Why is it easier for Hou Yi to shoot nine suns than one moon? No matter how you think about it, shooting nine suns seems harder, right?]

[+1, I don’t get it either, where’s the easy part?]

[Yeah, I’m kind of lost, too...]

[Just want to say, those who understand, understand; those who don’t, I won’t say more. Think about it carefully; don’t come asking me what’s going on.]

[The person above sick in the head?]

[Ha, it’s not that I don’t want to say, but I’m afraid even if I did, it wouldn’t pass review.]

[Hehehe, shut up. Those with dirty hearts see dirt everywhere; you know who you are—all those who understand, understand~]

Won’t pass review?

Ah?

Oh?

Ohhoh~

Yo Xi!

So damn embarrassing....

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Many guys behind the screen were picking their feet and chuckling lewdly.

Nice, hadn’t expected to get a "terrifying" live stream and incidental knowledge.

[Holy moly, you all got it? Not... At least explain it to someone like me who doesn’t get it!]

[Dude, let me ask you, between a cow that ploughs the fields for nine days straight and one that ploughs for a month, which one has it easier?]

[Nonsense, any normal person knows the one ploughing for a month would be more tired! But what does that have to do with shooting...]

Crap!!

[Damn! It’s like the cartwheel is rolling over my face repeatedly! No wonder Yao Han suddenly flew into a rage.]

[What? You got it too? I haven’t caught on yet, I’m not on board yet!]

Not just Pai Daxing; Jiang Xiao, the madman, was definitely shining and heating up in every moment.

Otherwise, he would never say something like that!

At this moment, Jiang Xiao, holding the porcelain basin, was chased out.

He could only proceed to feed the third victim, ah no, the third patient.

’Thump, thump, thump~’

After knocking a few times, Jiang Xiao just opened the door.

Was it locked?

’Thump, thump, thump~ thump, thump, thump~’

Inside, there still was no response.

"Is anyone there? Are you going to eat dinner or not?"

Yo-ho?

So aloof?

The three people upstairs all seemed to have serious illnesses.

The previous two at least responded; this one just stayed silent?

"If you’re not eating, forget it; I’ll take it away and feed it to the dogs!"

Just as Jiang Xiao was about to leave.

’Creak’—

The door opened from the inside.

The one who opened the door was a very stern and serious-looking uncle.

He was dressed in a gray cadre attire, and at first glance, one might think a leader had come to inspect.

Jiang Xiao huffed in dissatisfaction.

"I really thought you were mute. Don’t you know how to make a sound?"

The man silently opened his mouth to reveal his severed tongue, which had been cut to the root.

Wow!

He really was a mute~

"Oh my god, that’s really terrifying. Do you need me, your kind-hearted administrator, to feed you?"

Jiang Xiao stared non-stop at his tongue.

It seemed to be quite severely cut.

Almost the entire tongue was gone, probably completely severed.

It’s just that I don’t know whether he is Hatsune Miku or not?

Jiang Xiao, acting as if they were old friends, squeezed directly into the man with the severed tongue’s room.

The uncle’s face immediately fell, and with a ’bang’, he closed the door and quickly locked it from the inside.

Really, you avoid the path to heaven and barge into the door of hell!

Yet, the man with the severed tongue’s room was very neat, even neater than Yao Han’s room.

Especially the tofu-block shaped bedding on the bed attracted a lot of resonance in the live broadcast room.

The decor was also red, and all three rooms were roughly the same size.

But the rest of the stuff was not so great.

Especially the shelf in the room with toys arranged neatly from small to large, square to round, solid to liquid.

For a moment,

everyone thought they had returned to Niu Jieshi’s underground storeroom.

Guy’s got a pretty complete collection, huh?

It covered quite a few specialties from both Orient and Occident~

The scale and lethality seemed a bit weaker compared to Niu Jieshi, but he made up for it in quantity.

He played with both big and small, unlike Niu Jieshi, who only specialized in big items.

And although this guy had a lot of props, they were in no way dirty; they looked newer than brand new.

Each one was polished bright and shiny!

Clearly the result of meticulous care every day.

"Yo, mute, the stuff in your room reminds me of an old friend who was almost sworn in as my brother."

While Jiang Xiao was saying this, he carelessly picked up a glass marble and studied it closely.

He didn’t notice at all that the mute had already taken a black leather whip and circled behind him.

"Oh, this marble reminds me of the hooligan boss. You know him, right? About the same size as this marble."

Suddenly!

Jiang Xiao Yi slapped his head and turned around.

"Right! Are you deaf?"

The uncle casually put down the whip and shook his head indifferently.

Not deaf?

Jiang Xiao was overjoyed as if he had discovered some treasure.

"That’s great! There’s a question that’s been bothering me for a long time. Can I ask you, if it’s not too much trouble?"

The man with the severed tongue nodded expressionlessly in agreement.

Heh, satisfying his request is harmless enough for a man about to die.

"All right, thanks. I want to ask, were you born with your tongue already severed?"

The uncle nodded.

"So, does that mean you have never spoken?"

The uncle nodded again.

After receiving an affirmative response, Jiang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, the person he had been waiting for was Hatsune Miku.

Because only a mute from birth could answer his questions.

"Buddy, since you can’t speak, do you need to wildly sign in your sleep when you talk in your dreams?"

Hmm?

This question...

The man with the severed tongue frowned.

Seems kind of deep, doesn’t it?

Do I sign in my sleep when I talk in my dreams?

If I remember correctly, I’m also mute in my dreams...

He was still pondering the first question when Jiang Xiao threw out the second one.

"If you sign while talking in your dreams, does that count as sleep talking, or is it sleepwalking?"

Ah?

What’s this...

Hiss!

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By his scratching head gesture, it wasn’t hard to tell the man with the severed tongue was completely confused.

As the saying goes, strike while the enemy is sick; Jiang Xiao kept on cutting deeper.

When the man with the severed tongue was clouded by two questions, Jiang Xiao delivered another probing query.

"Talking in sleep is normal; most people experience it. But sleepwalking is actually a sleep disorder, a functional disease. If you have to sign every time you talk in your dreams, does that mean every mute has this functional disorder known as sleepwalking?"

Just now, the mute uncle was merely very puzzled.

Jiang Xiao’s additional cut left him utterly stunned.

What the hell?

Just now, I was just an ordinary, garden-variety mute.

How did I suddenly become a mute with a functional disorder after a few words from you?

But what you’re saying also makes sense, doesn’t it?

I mean, if that’s the case... then I...

Oh my god, I have no idea!

How could I remember if I was signing when I’m fast asleep and talking in my dreams?

The uncle was dumbfounded, and the live chat wasn’t idle either.

[Just saying, is it possible that mutes can speak in their dreams?]

[So by your logic, can blind people see in their dreams, too?]

[Master, I’ve become enlightened; so, can deaf people hear people talking in their dreams?]

[My mom... you guys even learned to generalise!]

[Jiang God: Didn’t expect it, I actually got disciples now.]

It’s one thing to turn ordinary people inside out.

Why take a lunatic like Jiang Xiao so seriously?

But sure enough, a doctor provided an explanation pretty quickly!

[Actually, congenital blind people and deaf people can’t see or hear in their dreams, same goes for congenital mutes; darkness and silence will follow them their entire lives...]

From the mute uncle’s reaction, we know.

He was congenitally mute, so naturally, he couldn’t speak in his dreams.

If he could talk, he wouldn’t have been stumped by Jiang Xiao’s questions.