"..." Chen Xi no longer wanted to speak.
He buried himself in his work.
He really wanted to blast a fart right into Fang Che's face behind him.
This bastard seemed to have been born with the talent for infuriating people. Nearly every sentence he spoke was aggravating.
After getting into it with him, the more Chen Xi thought about it, the more he felt that he really couldn't call his own temper poor...
Finally.
Bang!
"It's through! It's through!"
Chen Xi hurriedly dug out the last two stones and sent them behind him, then said, "Give me the knife."
Then, to Fang Che's astonishment, he climbed straight through to the other side. "I'll go first. You come after me."
Fang Che was furious. "Come back! I'll go first!"
He had actually been holding it in painfully as well. Otherwise, he would not have reconciled with Chen Xi so early.
"What are you rushing for... Young people should hold it in a little longer."
Chen Xi had already crawled over.
Fang Che simply crawled over after him as well. "Damn it... It's not like I'm going to be the only one smelling the stench later. We might as well do it together!"
"You really refuse to take even the slightest loss!"
"Then you take it!?"
"Heh heh..."
After quite some time, the two men, now relieved, sealed up the opening. Sure enough, they could not smell anything at all from this side.
They leaned against the stone wall, utterly refreshed.
"Damn, that feels good!"
The two sighed at the same time, then burst into laughter together.
Then, for some inexplicable reason, they found each other a little more pleasing to the eye and a little more congenial.
In truth, male friendship was simply like this—impossible to explain clearly. Fighting side