Darling, if you happen to glimpse a pair of underwear floating in a septic tank,
Please do not panic. It is not the remains of someone who secretly Red Stoned and drowned,
But a love letter I wrote for you.
Our admission tickets are the bond between us,
I could not let it sink into the heart of the vortex—
"So when my sphincter betrayed gravity,"
"I would rather surrender to it with my dignity."
Darling, do not be sad,
What billows inside my vacuum-sealed pant legs
Is not only my massive dick, but also my brave, reckless love for you!
—<Inspired by Bi Feixiang at the Xue Zhi Cup preliminary examination venue on the afternoon of December 22, when he truly could not solve the remaining questions, his butt itched terribly, and although he looked optimistic on the surface, he was actually completely out of options and in utter despair>.
Bi Feixiang suggested that this epoch-making masterpiece of his be included in the mandatory modern poetry curriculum for primary and middle school students.
He felt that if a guy could recite a poem like this when confessing his feelings, it would be incredibly badass. Wouldn't the success rate shoot through the roof?
—Oh, right. Anyone without a massive dick was forbidden from reciting it. That was the core build.
While Bi Feixiang was despairingly writing poetry, Lin Li had already finished his test paper and checked it several times.
Lin Li did not know, nor did he care, what Bi Feixiang went through after he left.
He had already saved the man's underwear and pants once. That was more than generous enough. He could not exactly give someone a bushel of rice only to earn their hatred for not giving them a whole cartload.
After checking it once