Chapter 33: Enough is enough

"Where did we just talk?" Willy Xiao shook his head. Asimov sat on his shoulders, dangling his calves happily. "You spoke of 'tricks'. Uncle Willy Shaw."

"Yes. We'll go back to your little friends right away. We're going to the buttonhole. We'll get the eyes back. Everyone gets something in exchange, someone to bond with. Everyone goes back to their homes. Very satisfied. Very satisfied. .Okay, enough nonsense. Next are the important words:

I just talked about 'trick'. That is, 'narrative trickery'. That's it...no. It’s like this: if we say it is this way, you also think it is this way. That makes sense. But it's actually like that. "

"What exactly is it?"

"Another one."

"Okay. Uncle Willy Shaw. Whatever. Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing this. I'm teaching you this. This is not this either. Hey! This is the valuable experience I have accumulated after so many years of work! The experience about secret magic stories! Now I am going to teach them all to you! Little one Fool!"

"This. That." Asimov scratched his head. Feeling a little discouraged. He couldn't see yet, but the confusion he felt was significantly different from the confusion he felt after hearing Willy Xiao's words - the latter made him even more dizzy. Asimov discovered that Uncle Willy Shaw had a magical power. When he was not around, his words seemed so reasonable that people couldn't help but quote them. The image in his mind also seemed glorious and tall. Good humor. But when he really says those words in your ear, within a few minutes the thought "That's enough" will come to your mind.

That's enough. Asimov thought. "The valuable experience accumulated over so many years of collecting fish? Uncle Willy Xiao. Why do we accumulate experience in secret stories while collecting fish on the beach?"

"Because... I don't know either. You have too many questions! Little bastard. Do you listen or not?"

"I don't want to hear it. I heard that we can get what we want when we come here. I don't want those strange experiences, Uncle Willy Xiao." Asimov was thinking of Sniff Ning's words at this moment. , feeling strange. Did they also encounter this kind of "exchange"? There's nothing good about that.

But he finally met Uncle Willy Shaw with him. So barely is okay? Xian Ning also said that what can be exchanged is also related to his contribution. You don't get what you want.

Did he only contribute so much? Can we only replace Uncle Willy Xiao who is slovenly, talking nonsense, and like a rag "that's enough"?

"You don't want to hear it. Hey. I think you don't understand at all. Little nuisance." Uncle Willy Xiao, who was sloppy, gibbering, and like a rag "that's enough" spoke. "Okay - let me ask you another way: What are you willing to pay to get these valuable experiences of mine?"

"I don't want to do anything. I have nothing." Asimov rubbed the mud on his neck, okay. It's not like there's nothing. "Here. I only have this." He threw the mud ball into Willy Shaw's hair.

"You're so disgusting." Willy Xiao shook his head and made a tut-tsk sound. "Don't you want to listen to my opinion?"

"Of course. Uncle Willy Xiao. I won't listen. I've said it several times."

Willy Xiao was silent for half a second. Then burst out laughing.

"Aha! You didn't expect that! Even if you don't listen, I will tell you!" he said with a lively air. Call this "denial." This is also a type of occult story. You remember it. I clearly said it was like this. It seemed exactly like this. Even everyone thought, yes, this is correct. And then it immediately changed It became like that.”

"This way. That way. Why are you going through all this trouble? Uncle Willy Xiao."

“For the unpredictability!”

"Why be unpredictable? If the weather is good tomorrow, we can go deeper into the sea. If the weather is bad tomorrow, we stay in the cabin. Being unpredictable is not good."

"That's not a good thing in an arcane story. No one wants to see an arcane story that's predictable at first glance. In an arcane story, if tomorrow's weather forecast is 'good', then the weather forecast for the next day has to be 'Not good' will do."

"Ah ha? Isn't that also a kind of 'predictable'? Uncle Willy Xiao?"

"No! It's...um..." Willy Xiao stopped. Asimov could feel him drop a hand and put it to his chin.

"...How can I describe it to you..."

"That's to be expected." Asimov shook his legs absentmindedly.

"No! It's just...the reason is...forget it. We'll talk about this later! Anyway, just remember it first. I'll add it after I think it through!" Willy Xiao patted his knee and became happy. "Next! The next arcane story. It's 'hyperbole'!"

"Another secret story?" Asimov started rubbing the mud ball again.

"'Exaggeration,'" Willy Shaw solemnly announced. "I said that's the case. It's not the case at all."

"Does this mean 'exaggeration'? Uncle Willy Xiao. How could I remember that you didn't say that before?"

"That's how it is in arcane stories. 'Exaggeration' is a complete lie. But it's very similar to the truth. For example, I feel like I'm going to throw up. In fact, I don't want to throw up at all. There's nothing to throw up."

"It's just a lie!"

"Not a lie. A reasonable lie."

"You just said it was a lie. Why do you say no again!"

"I was 'denying' just now. Hey! Little fool! You forgot the last one so quickly! I'll give you a good test after I finish telling you!" Willy Xiao sneered. "I'm going to teach you how to write all the arcane stories today! The next one is 'ignore'."

"Why should I learn this?" Asimov hit him on the head. "Xiao Ning! Where are you?" He shouted to the surroundings again.

"'Ignore'!" Willy Xiao solemnly announced again. "It could be this. It could be that. But we don't tell stories that way. Because neither this nor that is right. Neither is ideal. So just 'ignore' it. Then no one will notice the imperfections."

"I just used this on you." He chuckled softly and added.

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"That's enough. I can't stand it anymore. Please wake up Ms. Beelzebub quickly." Yimezi pushed down the math papers in front of him and let them scatter in the air.

Yi Cha glanced at the messy curves formed by their falling and took them all into his arms.

He glanced at the papers. "You've already calculated it. It's pretty good. It's roughly in line with my expectations."

"It matches. It doesn't match. Whatever." There was an irritating scratching sound in Yimeizi's throat. "I just hope this can be stopped quickly. That this guy be shut up forever. That I can never hear him speak again."

"I could make you deaf. That would be easier."

"I can do that too." Yimeiz said gloomily. "It's a pity. I can't be deaf yet. I still have to listen to these worthless logics so as not to miss the relevant tiny data..."

"Worthless?" Icha yelled. "This is very important, very important information."