Doubt
"My aching lower back!~~"
Great Dean Zhou clutched his lower back and groaned.
His whole body felt like it had fallen apart.
"What just happened?"
Professor Qi Weiwen also felt uncomfortable from head to toe. His arms and legs were weak, and his muscles twitched as if he had overexerted himself.
"Who knocked over the plates? Ow, look at all those peanuts on the floor!"
Someone noticed the mess in the room. Most of the plates were empty, and plenty of food had fallen to the floor—not just peanuts, but also shredded tripe and kelp knots. Beside a broad wet patch lay a beer can, crushed underfoot. Even the carpet had been ruined.
"What happened? Huh? Where's the food? How'd it get like this?"
Old Man Zhong sat slumped in a corner. He picked up the beer can beside him and shook it. It was light as a feather, not a drop left inside.
Everyone else looked just as bewildered. No one knew what had happened.
At last, someone managed to recall a bit of what had happened and pointed at Old Man Zhong. "Wait, let me get my thoughts in order... I think, I think it was something like... Spirit Monkey Ascends the Mountain Forest? Yes, that's it, Spirit Monkey Ascends the Mountain Forest! Old Zhong, this is your fault!"
The scattered fragments of memory finally came together. A group of grown men had been shouting and fighting over food and beer, turning the whole room into a chaotic scene of wild abandon.
How could they have done something so ridiculous?!
"My fault? What about Spirit Monkey Ascends the Mountain Forest? I didn't use it!"
As time passed, Old Man Zhong's memories gradually returned. He recalled quite a lot and hurriedly waved his hands, vehemently denying it.
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