"Oh, what's that smell, Teacher Ma!" Zhang Yang asked knowingly.
Ma Yuhua had a cigarette in his mouth, the ash was quite long but he was reluctant to flick it, and he evasively said, "Since I'm sitting next to you, I must be serious! It's easy to capsize if you're not careful! I remember in that big pit by Old Meng in the summer, I suffered because of you!"
"Haha, I was just lucky to catch the right moment! You have real skills; my half-baked technique is no match for yours!" Zhang Yang continued to banter.
"Don't try to fool me with your words, that trick doesn't work on me. Just perform steadily and normally! I'm a man of my word; if I say we'll play until dark, whether I win or lose, I'll definitely stick to it!"
"Haha, you're blocking my escape route; I initially planned to leave if I lost too badly. With what you just said, it seems inappropriate for me to leave halfway!"
