Zhang Yang secretly wiped his sweat, thought about it, and typed: "I can't write this..."

After thinking about it, I continued to type: "It's not like this star last night. Who can stand in the middle of the night for the wind and dew? Can this sentence be counted?"

Lin Yiran: "Wow! Is that just the sentence?"

Zhang Yang recalled the other verses of this poem and typed: "Just one sentence."

Lin Yiran: "That's great, when will you get inspiration in the future? Let's make up for it."

Zhang Yang: "Yes."

Zhang Yang: "Are you sleepy?"

Lin Yiran: "I'm not very sleepy yet."

Zhang Yang: "It's such a coincidence that I'm not sleepy."

Lin Yiran: "What are you going to do today?"

Zhang Yang: "Supplementing your sleep."

Lin Yiran: "[pig head]"

Zhang Yang: "I don't believe you don't sleep during the day!"

Lin Yiran: "We are back today and we are bored on the road, so of course we have to go to bed."

Zhang Yang: "[pig head]"

Lin Yiran: "Hmph."

Zhang Yang: "Are you dubbing the expression?"

Lin Yiran: "[beat][beat]"
Chapter completed!