Lin Li felt that asking someone for a ton of young man juice after knowing them for less than an hour was rather impolite.
Was the unit for measuring young man juice demand really tons? Zhu Ning was being way too casual about this.
Upon hearing her request, Lin Li could not even get angry. He merely gave a helpless smile and asked Zhu Ning gently, "Miss Zhu, what exactly do you take me for?"
Zhu Ning said, "My lifesaver."
Lin Li said, "..."
He really could not tell.
"Miss Zhu, do you know what a ton means? Asking me for a ton of young man juice is basically asking me to die," Lin Li explained helplessly.
Theoretically, a man only produced a few milliliters at a time. Those anime-level quantities practically did not exist in reality. Even without abstaining or indulging excessively, at a normal frequency, the total amount discharged over an entire lifetime would probably only weigh a few dozen kilograms.
A ton... If Zhu Ning wanted to kill him, there was no need to beat around the bush like this.
But considering that Zhu Ning had named that number, it was obvious that she knew absolutely nothing about it.
All he could say was that their knowledge was far too different.
Setting up physiology classes in the All Women World was urgently necessary.
With no other choice, Lin Li looked at Zhu Ning, who had gone blank and collapsed into a lump upon hearing this, and continued teaching her some physiological knowledge:
"Miss Zhu, that number is impossible. In reality, human males..."
After seriously listening to Lin Li's explanation, Zhu Ning finally realized she had made a huge blunder, and her face turned faintly green.
"S-sorry... I heard that there were tens of millions of them, so