Chapter 34: Perspective
Wang Ming: “…”
The listless panda: “…”
“It’s not what you think,” Wang Ming said, swinging his right arm.
“Go on, I’m listening,” the listless panda responded cautiously.
Wang Ming: “…”
Why does this guy look like he’s about to deliver a righteous speech? Wang Ming thought sarcastically.
“It’s like this,” Wang Ming said to clear his name.
“I wanted to count how many of my old apartments are nested within this gigantic room,” Wang Ming said.
The listless panda: “…”
Isn’t this the legendary self-inflicted trouble type? The listless panda thought, once again realizing the diversity of the human species.
“By the way, if you’re free, the master asked me to invite you to dinner,” after a mental rant, the listless panda politely invited Wang Ming.
Wang Ming: “…”
“What for?” Wang Ming asked, displaying his unique uneducated style.
The listless panda: “…”
“Have some dinner and rest early,” the listless panda switched to easy-to-understand language, explaining.
“Alright.” Wang Ming finally understood and nodded.
——
So they went to a huge dining room that perfectly matched the house.
“How is it? Our dining room is pretty good, right?” Once in his element, the listless panda chatted casually with Wang Ming.
Wang Ming: “…”
“It’s great.” Wang Ming gave a flattering nod.
“Besides dining, if you remove the tables, you can hang world-famous paintings on the walls and pretend it’s a top-tier Versailles palace,” Wang Ming vividly expressed his shock at the vast space.
The listless panda: “…”
I didn’t realize he was a potential literary master, the listless panda thought.
Under the listless panda’s guidance, Wang Ming sat at the head of a table that seemed longer than time itself.
“Please dine,” the listless panda said.
After speaking, he realized his phrasing was slightly inappropriate and quickly corrected himself, “Eat well, drink well, drink and eat well.”
Wang Ming: “…”
This guy’s rhetoric is always on point, Wang Ming praised the listless panda’s corrected phrasing, preparing to eat.
However, before eating, Wang Ming suddenly remembered something and looked at the listless panda approaching his seat.
“Aren’t we waiting for Ao Chen?” Wang Ming asked.
The listless panda: “…”
“Isn’t the master right there?” The listless panda asked Wang Ming in confusion.
Wang Ming: “???”
“Where?” Wang Ming asked, looking at the seemingly empty room.
“Right across from you,” the listless panda said naturally, pointing in the opposite direction.
Wang Ming looked in the direction the listless panda indicated and saw what looked like infinity.
Wang Ming: “…”
“You mean that tiny speck at the end of the table is Ao Chen?” Wang Ming was stunned for a moment before asking the listless panda.
The listless panda: “…”
Ao Chen: “…”
“It’s not that far,” the listless panda said expressionlessly.
“It is,” Wang Ming nodded firmly.
“Based on the principle of perspective, I think I can only see a figure slightly larger than an ant,” Wang Ming described his visual perception in a rather literary way.
The listless panda: “…”
Ao Chen: “…”
After an awkward silence, Ao Chen said, “Let’s eat.”
A few seconds later, Wang Ming nodded.
“Okay,” Wang Ming said.
The listless panda: “…”
“Why is your response delayed?” The listless panda asked Wang Ming in confusion, wondering if there was a network speed problem with his Earth Online.
“Because I think it takes some time for the sound to travel from his side to mine,” Wang Ming said thoughtfully.
The listless panda: “…”
Are you kidding me? The listless panda mentally complained, feeling less listless lately due to Wang Ming’s constant stimulation.
For thousands of years, the listless panda, due to his passive Heavenly Punishment skill, always felt that invincibility was lonely, but now, he felt that he was definitely not invincible in terms of verbal sparring.
The listless panda: “…”
Once, I was a great Yin-Yang master, unrivaled in sarcastic rhetoric, but now, I’ve met a true king. Only then did I realize I was just an ancient ingredient for hot pot, the listless panda thought dejectedly.
“Eat.”
As the listless panda was questioning his life, Wang Ming, straightforward as always, seemed to notice the awkwardness in the air and greeted his “family” again, starting to eat politely.
“Eat,” the listless panda nodded, agreeing that carbohydrates were supreme.
——
After dinner.
After greeting Wang Ming, Ao Chen disappeared.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Where did Ao Chen go?” Wang Ming gossiped with the listless panda.
The listless panda: “…”
Theoretically, the master rarely uses such strenuous movements as “running,” the listless panda thought.
He always acts calmly and composedly.
However, the listless panda felt there was no point in playing word games with Wang Ming, since the latter’s vocabulary was limited.
So he skipped this point and answered Wang Ming’s question.
“The master went to change clothes,” the listless panda said.
Wang Ming: “…”
Did he go to change into pajamas? Wang Ming thought empathetically.
So he wasn’t wearing pajamas while eating? Wang Ming thought back with his expansive mind.
Then he realized he hadn’t actually seen what Ao Chen was wearing.
After all, they were too far apart.