章節 1199: Slurp Yan Xiaosi!

Rookies. Dabao wrote.

The white-haired old man exploded on the spot. Young brat, explain to me, what does a rookie mean?

Dabao ignored him. However, the white-haired old man could vaguely read a sentence in Dabao's disdainful gaze—if someone could discover you picking a fruit, what was the use of you?

The white-haired old man was furious. It was as if he had eaten a thousand pounds of explosives. Shouldn't they not have eaten fruits from the beginning? Why did it become his fault in the end?

Dabao decisively put away his pen and paper and stopped arguing with a certain someone. When the white-haired old man saw that he had stopped, he tugged at his sleeve and snorted. "You know your mistake, right? You're in the wrong, right? Why didn't you do it earlier!"

Dabao paused and took out a pen and paper. He wrote a line of words: Only compete with others, not with fools.

The white-haired old man: "…!!"