"I was never interested in the first place."
"Why not?" Sun Changkong pursued.
"Staying in the Salvation Society is my own choice. What's the point in knowing what the world outside looks like?" Mario replied.
He looked down, playing with his game console, his pupils reflecting the screen's glow.
"No way, stop playing games here." Sun Changkong frowned, "Everyone else is going, how can you not? Do you want to be a homebody forever?"
"Using a word you just learned?" Mario asked without lifting his head, "Did you learn it from Ji Minghuan?"
"What else?" Sun Changkong snorted, "Homebody, homebody, homebody."
"Hillbilly," Mario said calmly.
"Homebody."
Sun Changkong pulled her baseball cap lower, blinking nonchalantly, as if 'hillbilly' wasn't a particularly embarrassing word to her.
She already knew she was a hillbilly.
"Trash-picker," Mario continued.
"Huh?" Sun Changkong instantly got worked up, gritting her teeth, her little canines trembling with anger.
