Not cool? What are these two up to?
As his vision refocused and his brain barely switched back on, he discovered that the singing had paused, and Lin Li and Bai Bufan were eagerly pointing at him.
Father Qiu: "?"
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing now?
What's this, is it my turn to sing my own lyrics?
Reading Lin Li's lip movements, Father Qiu instinctively responded with residual priestly reflex—"Amen?"
Lin Li's eyes were full of unapologetic praise, nodding encouragingly, then continuing the song: "A head start!"
Bai Bufan immediately chimed in: "Two yellow orioles~"
"Ah laugh~ Ah laugh~, laughing at it~"
"Grapes aren't ripe just yet~ So what are you doing climbing now~"
"Ah Huang~ Ah Huang~ Oriole don't laugh~ Wait till I climb up and they're ripe~ Wait till I climb up, and, they, ripen——"
