One hundred thirty-two. Portable Grandpa

"Is your hand shaking?" Lei Lei asked with ill intent, gradually pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"No." Martin replied immediately. "It's just that your head is too heavy, and I'm not that strong."

"You caught the ball, so according to the rules, you have to answer a question of mine or perform a talent." Lei Lei's mouth twisted into a sinister grin as he barked, "My question is... are you human? No lying..."

"No, I've been dead for many years."

"You're lying!"

Martin's eyes narrowed, and he squeezed a bit harder with his palm, secretly tightening his grip: "I'm not lying, it's you who guessed wrong."

The skull made a creaking noise, and Lei Lei's heart skipped a beat, instantly becoming frightened, his voice dropping to a whisper as he repeatedly said, "My mistake... I'm sorry, classmate."

"Alright, then let's continue." Martin slightly loosened his grip.

Thump—Thump—Thump—

The knocking on the desk started up again, and Martin passed the skull forward, the game went on.