Xi Zuzi, in the eyes of the spirited Sun Yunyun, could be considered quite "lazy".
When practicing boxing, she was too lazy to lift a hand.
During marching drills, her mind was elsewhere.
When singing battle songs, she wouldn't open her mouth at all.
If it weren't for witnessing her impressive ten-out-of-ten shooting skills, everyone would probably think she was useless.
But now, everyone thinks... she's genuinely, just too, lazy, to, move.
How can there be someone so unmotivated, ugh ugh ugh.
"Xi Rubao, your sister is so lazy with practice. During the report performance, she'll drag everyone down! You should hurry up and advise her." A classmate couldn't help but mutter.
Xi Rubao defended her fiercely: "Who says my sister will drag behind? At critical moments, maybe she'll even help lift your scores."
"But your sister's mind isn't even here, she's too lazy to move."
"Who says she's not moving? Look, she's intently moving her fingers now!"
