Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7227 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven) - Not Enough

The gray-handed man said, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"You think you're talking about myself? What's your basis for that?" the brown-handed man asked.

"I'm too lazy to find the reason," said the gray-handed man. "Guess why?"

“I’m not guessing anymore, you tell me yourself. It’s your own idea anyway,” said the brown-handed man.

"I came up with this myself, so you're not going to guess?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, otherwise wouldn't it be like making me guess your own thoughts?"

Grayhand said, "Even if that's what you say, so what? Is it so hard for you to guess my own thoughts? In my impression, you're very good at doing this."

The brown-handed man said, "You said it yourself, that's your impression. In my impression, it's not necessarily the case."

"Not necessarily?" Grayhand said. "I don't think so. Maybe you don't even know yourself that well."

The brown-handed man chuckled, "Oh, so when what I say is different from what you think, you guess that I don't know myself very well?"

“That’s a perfectly valid guess, isn’t it?” the Grayhand asked.

“Yes,” said the brown-handed man. “However, guessing is fine, but whether you can guess correctly is another matter entirely.”

The gray-handed man said, "Do you think I guessed right?"

"Judging from the tone of my voice just now, it sounded like I thought you guessed correctly?" the brown-handed man asked.

“You asked me to guess, so how I guess is my own business,” said the gray-handed man.

“Of course, I won’t force you to say anything,” said the brown-handed man.

“Then of course I’ll guess. You think I guessed right,” the gray-handed man laughed.

“Okay,” said the brown-handed man.

"Why is there only one word, 'okay'?" the gray-handed man asked. "You think I haven't used enough words?" the brown-handed man asked.

"You tell me yourself, is it less or less?" the gray-handed man asked.

“It depends on what you’re comparing it to,” said the brown-handed man.

"Compared to what do you consider it not a small amount?" the gray-handed man asked.

“Compared to the ‘one-word’ response just now, this isn’t a small amount,” said the brown-handed man.

“That’s your ‘one-word’ response,” the gray-handed man laughed.

“Yes, that’s why I said it wasn’t a small number, but I didn’t say it was more than the one-word response from before,” the brown-handed man said. “If it’s the same number of words as the one-word response from before, can I say that it’s not a small number of words compared to that time?”

Grayhand said, "That's true, but it sounds like you're saying it on purpose."

“It’s not just what it sounds like,” said the brown-handed man. “That’s exactly what he said on purpose. Oh, and I’m not finished yet.”

"Anything else? What else do you want to say?" the gray-handed man asked.

“I also want to tell you that compared to my previous responses, this one is actually quite long,” said the brown-handed man.

"Just one word," said the gray-handed man.

“Yes, even though it’s just one word, it can still be considered a lot of words,” said the brown-handed man.

"Are you thinking about the times when there was no response at all?" Grayhand asked.

“See, you guessed it right away,” said the brown-handed man.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "You're saying this on purpose, it's so obvious."

“But doesn’t it make sense?” the brown-handed man chuckled. “Compared to those responses that are just a smile or silence, isn’t my one-word response a lot?”

The gray-handed man said, "Okay, that counts. It is indeed more words than the responses you mentioned, but how much more? Only one more word."