Hope
"I'm fucking bad at this, so I'll practice more!"
"Throw him out of the palace for me!"
"Trash, I need you to aid my cultivation!"
"Hehehehehe! I'm going to practice Disintegration Art another ten times!!!"
For three straight days, the entire workshop was filled with insane ghostly shrieks, regardless of morning or night, day or evening, anytime and anywhere.
If the soundproofing hadn't been so good, Ji Jue would probably have been kicked out by Professor Ye long ago—or, before that, riddled with bullets by Ye Chun.
How did that saying go again?
The sound of a roommate's Blue Axis switches was like heavenly music, while the sound of turning pages was as deafening as renovations.
Just watching him grind himself to the point of forgetting food and sleep had already given a certain salted fish surnamed Ye something of a nervous breakdown.
She even dreamed nightmares of some dog bastard crazily grinding away behind her, cackling as he drooled and pressed himself against her. "Senior sister, senior sister, come to my house tonight. My papers can do backflips~"
Grind, then! Keep grinding!
You might as well grind yourself to death sooner!
This old lady had already reserved the best scenic spot at Heaven's Gate Lake for you. Once you turned to ash, you'd become Tianmen University's newest attraction—Dog's Demise!
Ye Chun tossed and turned on the sofa, unable to work up even a bit of sleepiness. There was no way she was getting any afternoon nap today.
The moment she closed her eyes, that Roll Dog's figure vividly appeared before her. Heavens above, heavens below, just kill me already. When would this misery ever end?
In extreme fury, Ye Chun got angry for a moment.
Then, helplessly making a dying struggle, she climbed off