The relentless barrage of questions nearly drowned Yue Jiannan in confusion.
The boy hurled one question mark after another, leaving Yue Jiannan's head spinning.
It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion.
The person sitting opposite me can't possibly be this handsome boy; it has to be a market aunty.
When buying the bus ticket, the ticket seller said the journey would take about three hours.
Yue Jiannan recorded this clearly.
The total duration was three hours, eighteen minutes, and thirty seconds.
Why so precise? Because amidst the boy's endless chatter, the only action left for him was to continually check his watch.
Time, please go faster.
Any slower and Yue Jiannan feared he might suffer a cerebral hemorrhage.
A perfectly good face, why must it have a mouth on it?
Back at home, his mother always said he talked too much. Yue Jiannan really wanted her to come and listen to this.
Compared with this boy, he could be described as "quiet as a chicken".