Zhuo Yongfei was dumbfounded.
Wang Yuezhi, how the fuck did that scene make you come up with such a sentiment?!
Was that even human language?
"It's fine, it's fine, Yuezhi. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. When you're taking a shit, the shit is also taking you. You have it to pull you. Even if it doesn't, I'm willing to pull you..."
But they were roommates, after all, so Zhuo Yongfei still reached out and tugged Wang Yuezhi, trying to comfort him.
"No, they all have Chen Yuying to pull them. I'm the only one who doesn't..." Wang Yuezhi remained unmoved, still choking up.
Zhuo Yongfei's eyes widened as he pointed at him like a husky.
Hey! That was slander!
Pretty girls didn't use the bathroom. Everyone knew that.
Besides, Chen Yuying's family seemed pretty rich. How could she possibly need to handle something as filthy as that herself? She definitely had maids to shit for her!
Sigh, thinking of that, Zhuo Yongfei couldn't help feeling sorry for himself.
—Realizing that he would have to rely on himself to shit for the rest of his life, Zhuo Yongfei was overcome with a heavy, tragic sense of duty to shit.
Huh? Come to think of it, why did Newton have to wait for an Apple to hit him on the head before discovering gravity?
Back then, he didn't have a phone or tablet. Wasn't the bathroom the best place to think? Didn't he ever wonder why shit only fell downward after coming out instead of retracting back in?
Don't tell him Newton passed the time by reading shampoo ingredient labels or counting the wall and floor tiles in the bathroom too?
Sigh, he'd even sinned against the women on shampoo bottles when he was little.
While Zhuo Yongfei's mind