I predicted the bird's prediction of my prediction.
To hit a bird in flight, one must anticipate its future trajectory and any potential changes in its course. At the same time, the bird is also trying to anticipate your anticipation. Then, decisively, it changes its flight path. Seemingly unexpected, this was, in fact, my true prediction.
One shot, and the bird fell.
It sounded like a tongue twister, but everyone present was incredibly shrewd and perceptive. How could they fail to understand the meaning behind Chen Yang's words?
"Are you trying to bluff us?" Zhou Yanqing said gravely.
Han Qing stared at Chen Yang, remaining silent.
"I, Chen Yang, have never been an impulsive man, nor do I fight unprepared." As he spoke, Chen Yang took a small device from his pocket. "A listening device. Highly sensitive, high definition. Care to listen to your recent grand pronouncements?"
Zhou Yanqing was speechless. "..."
So was Han Qing. "..."
He then pressed the play button.
