What the hell am I looking at?
Bai Bufan, Zhou Baowei, and Lin Li's morals and sense of humor were fighting.
Their sense of humor won by a landslide. Morality was instantly defeated.
It had to be because their sense of humor was too strong, not because their morals were too weak. Definitely.
So the three of them exchanged a glance. Just one glance—and then came earth-shaking laughter.
"Wang Ze! Holy shit! You went straight for the kill with zero windup!"
"Good news: you had a real fangirl. Bad news: you probably don't anymore."
People's joys and sorrows were never shared. Wang Ze only found them noisy. Some people were alive, but they were already dead inside.
Wang Ze walked toward the railing step by step and raised his left leg.
"Don't! Don't do anything stupid!" Lin Li's hair stood on end. He immediately rushed over in three long strides.
"Don't do it!"
Only after snatching his phone back did Lin Li finally gasp for breath like a survivor of a disaster.
After calming down a little, Lin Li asked his phone with concern, "Baby, are you okay? It's my fault. I shouldn't have handed you over to someone else. You almost died for love with someone."
Wang Ze, still holding one leg up: "..."
Fuck you.
That animal Lin Li.
"Lin Li, I heard you can die from accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms. So if I eat them on purpose, does that mean I won't die?" Wang Ze lowered his leg, deciding to choose another way to die. He said eagerly, "Come on, come on, get me some Jianshouqing sashimi. I'm eating till I drop today!"
What despair.
Seeing this, the three stepped forward and patted Wang Ze on the shoulder. "Our condolences."
"Everyone dies eventually. Some deaths are lighter