A recorder followed Ning Shu around. Whenever Ning Shu said something, he would copy it and repeat it over and over again until it echoed in Ning Shu’s brain.
Why did she always end up encountering such strange people? And no matter what she did, the variant zombie would copy it.
The worst part was that she couldn’t kill him either! So she couldn’t do anything about him following her around all day. She felt so vexed that the hair the uncle had washed smooth had become all tangled again.
She really missed the uncle ah. She suddenly understood how the uncle felt towards her. He must have felt that she was so dumb he had to struggle against the impulse to throttle her to death.
However, one could only compare if there was a contrast present. Ning Shu felt that she was actually quite smart compared with this variant zombie. If it was the school doctor uncle facing this variant zombie, he definitely would’ve already pulled out his gun and destroyed this zombie.
“Dai-sy, my-name-is-dai-sy.” Ning Shu pointed at herself as she said this syllable by syllable.
“Ddd..ayy.” The variant zombie repeated.
“Ddd, ayyy, siii,” repeated Ning Shu.
Variant Zombie: “Ddd, eyy.”
Fine, perhaps this name was too complicated for the variant zombie. Ning Shu found it too much trouble to correct him and this was close enough anyways.
“Daayy, Daayy.” The variant zombie would continuously repeat every new term he learned almost like he was chanting a Band-tightening Spell.
>The Band-tightening Spell is from Journey to the West. The Monkey King, Sun Wukong, had a gold band around his forehead which would tighten and cause him intense pain whenever the priest chanted the Band-tightening Spell.
A recorder followed Ning Shu around. Whenever Ning Shu said something, he would copy it and repeat it over and over again until it echoed in Ning Shu’s brain.
Why did she always end up encountering such strange people? And no matter what she did, the variant zombie would copy it.
The worst part was that she couldn’t kill him either! So she couldn’t do anything about him following her around all day. She felt so vexed that the hair the uncle had washed smooth had become all tangled again.
She really missed the uncle ah. She suddenly understood how the uncle felt towards her. He must have felt that she was so dumb he had to struggle against the impulse to throttle her to death.
However, one could only compare if there was a contrast present. Ning Shu felt that she was actually quite smart compared with this variant zombie. If it was the school doctor uncle facing this variant zombie, he definitely would’ve already pulled out his gun and destroyed this zombie.
“Dai-sy, my-name-is-dai-sy.” Ning Shu pointed at herself as she said this syllable by syllable.
“Ddd..ayy.” The variant zombie repeated.
“Ddd, ayyy, siii,” repeated Ning Shu.
Variant Zombie: “Ddd, eyy.”
Fine, perhaps this name was too complicated for the variant zombie. Ning Shu found it too much trouble to correct him and this was close enough anyways.
“Daayy, Daayy.” The variant zombie would continuously repeat every new term he learned almost like he was chanting a Band-tightening Spell.
>The Band-tightening Spell is from Journey to the West. The Monkey King, Sun Wukong, had a gold band around his forehead which would tighten and cause him intense pain whenever the priest chanted the Band-tightening Spell.
