If she speaks five thousand sentences a year, three thousand nine hundred of them are related to work, and one thousand are questions to people in the palace. Whether they worked well or not.
Among the remaining one hundred sentences, thirty are used for greetings, sixty-nine are used for chatting with teddy bears (cough, scratch that)...
In the end, there is still one sentence left.
Using last year as an example, she used that sentence for soliloquy.
At that time, the young girl was looking at herself in the mirror, squeezing her abdomen and deceiving herself by coming to a false conclusion:
"It seems like I've become slimmer!" (In reality, nothing has changed)
...
She suddenly realized something.
The inference she came up with afterwards may be too absurd, but just to be safe, she still asked herself in her heart, as a queen regnant:
Am I really bad at chatting with others?
Is it possible that this is the case?
When she thought carefully about it, she realized that the number of conversations she had with Wang Xiaole today was several times more than the number of conversations she had with others in the past ten years!
Let's try to recall:
Most of the conversations between her and Wang Xiaole started or ended with her self-deprecating remarks, and there didn't seem to be many ordinary exchanges.
What has she become?
Even if she is the one who is out of line, Isabella still, in her consciousness, somewhat despises herself.
If she can't even speak properly, doesn't that prove that her social skills are poor?
How can she allow herself to be labeled as incompetent?
Any words will do, as long as she can blurt out a sentence without being looked down upon by that unscrupulous companion!
So, Isabella rummaged through her brain, flipping through countless eyeless gears and imagining the sound of her nails scratching the floor, as if she's exerting all her strength.
Speaking of which:
Is thinking about conversation topics such a difficult task that requires all the strength one can muster?
Looking at Isabella's pained expression, Wang Xiaole felt somewhat uneasy for no reason, and he prepared to speak up.
Just as he wet his lips with saliva, the girl's hand, which had just been scratching the floor, suddenly pressed down on her knee, giving the impression that she had had some kind of "epiphany."
"You!"
Wang Xiaole turned his head in response and faced the person in front of him.
Although the latter didn't raise her head at a 45-degree angle, her face still looked the same, conforming to her usual dominant style.
"The weather is nice today, don't you think?"
Rumbling thunder~
The sound of thunder outside was so loud that the light from the lightning illuminated half of the sky.
The environment, which had been dim for a while, temporarily became as bright as noon under the shining light of the thunder.
As thunder roared, the drumbeat that resonated in Isabella's self-awareness was slightly harsh, shaking her eardrums and thoughts.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
If her inner thoughts could produce some kind of sound, Isabella's heart, at this moment, would resound with a prolonged scream.
No, she is just not good at chatting, and it is simply an insurmountable problem for her!
Ironically:
Even if she can handle state affairs continuously, her brain can function at high speed, but just a moment ago, she struggled with a speech topic, almost "crashing."
After thinking for another dozen seconds, even the "motherboard" could be burnt out.
Who could have imagined:
That kind of foolish statement would come out of the mouth of this highly intelligent young girl? The unkind heavens added to the embarrassment.
(Serious face) "It's warm in the room."
Memories can be thrown away like garbage, non-flammable but can be completely abandoned within three seconds.
That unpleasant memory in Isabella's mind was permanently lost in the previous second.
"Yes, the temperature inside the house is indeed enjoyable."
The other person, who knew the importance of maintaining the dignity of the young girl, didn't steer the conversation in the wrong direction.
He just drank the hot tea he had prepared, which is important for maintaining body temperature in such weather.
"I'll have some too."
Isabella snatched the teacup from Wang Xiaole's hand, thinking that since they were both girls, sharing a cup of tea wouldn't be a problem.
Should she snatch the teacup back again?
Angels and demons occupied Wang Xiaole's mind, engaging in a fierce battle.
At this moment, the girl's lips happened to touch the edge of the cup, and coincidentally, their mouths made contact in the same area.
