Tian Bufan glanced at him and said calmly, "When I say 'school strategy', I mean 'calibration strategy'... Is that wrong?"
Wei Liang chirped, "I really admire you; even classical Chinese isn't as abbreviated as you are!"
"Liangzi, you're not sleeping?" Lin Yi looked at him hesitantly, "Since you're not sleeping, why don't you explain?"
"I... ah—mumbo jumbo… snore—snore~snore..." Wei Liang sat there "asleep" like a meditating master, then leaned back and fell heavily asleep.
"Ignore him," Tian Bufan remarked, "In the end, it's always me explaining things to you."
Tian Bufan asked, "Who gave us our identity cognition? And who gave Maozi 'Mao Feiyang' his identity cognition?"
"Ours...s weren't they all self-given?" Lin Yi was puzzled.
Entering school, reporting your identity, homeroom teacher confirming it, then getting your certificate— isn't it a very smooth process?
What's wrong with that?
