Take Apart the Crosstalk’s Martial Robe, and It’s Full of Journey to the West Secrets

Teacher Guo: "Xiao Kou, why did you end up wanting to write a pure crosstalk novel? This is truly one of a kind on the whole internet. Aren’t you afraid it’s too niche and no one will read it?!"

Me: "Because I genuinely love crosstalk from the bottom of my heart."

Teacher Guo: "Oh, there are plenty of people who like crosstalk! Even the old man fixing bicycles at the alley entrance can say a few lines—who do you think you are?"

Me: "I’m not anyone important. I’m just... anxious."

Teacher Guo: "Anxious? Did an elephant in your family knock down an airplane?"

Me: "Not an elephant! An idol!"

Teacher Guo: "Oh, an idol... two elephants got someone pregnant?"

Me: "I mean, the crosstalk star I admire has crossed over into another field!"

Teacher Guo: "What’s so new about that? I saw a monkey riding a shared bike the day before yesterday!"

Me: "But I see him on stage singing and dancing, and he just won’t do crosstalk. My heart... keeps sinking."

Teacher Guo: "Are you a submarine?"

Me: "I’m worried! If even he won’t do crosstalk—does that mean crosstalk is too hard to perform? Or the jokes are too hard to write? Or... people no longer want to listen?"

Teacher Guo: "What does that have to do with you?"

Me: "How could it not? Crosstalk gave me happiness. Now I have to do my part for its inheritance—however tiny it may be!"

Teacher Guo: "Good child! That kind of heart is rare. So what great masterpiece have you written? Let me take a look."

Me: "Judge for yourself. After all, every wise man sees it differently."

Teacher Guo: "Hah, not boasting, very modest."

Me: "But when you read it... it’s best not to bring your brain."

Teacher Guo: "What kind of talk is that?"

Me: "Because when I wrote it... I didn’t bring mine either."

Teacher Guo: "Fine then, this book has to be read with walnut kernels!"