The three dots eventually climbed up.
The task still needed to be completed, the barbecue at night still had to be eaten, and the mahjong tiles had to be conquered.
...After all, wearing such a thick thing at this time, it's really a bit hot.
The three of them stood far apart, in a triangular opposing formation, to ensure there wouldn't be a repeat of just now, where they fell to the ground after just saying hello.
Mu Qiu looked at Guan Yu, then at Ye Mian, and asked, "How do we do it? What method should we use?"
Guan Yu tried hard to clasp her hands together, crumpling the tiles, and said, "How about we force it once? Maybe it was just an angle problem with you two just now?"
Ye Mian: "How do we force it? Rush over and see if momentum can overcome repulsion?"
Guan Yu: "Good idea!"
Ye Mian: "Right? I've tried to forcibly stick mahjong tiles together."
Guan Yu: "You've done such a boring thing? I think you're incredibly knowledgeable, we can definitely do this!"
"......"
