Work, Magical Boy (Part 1)

"Ahhh, mmm, ohhh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, nghhh!!!"

After his forehead slammed without warning into the underside of the table, from beneath the tables piled up on the rooftop terrace of that building on the outskirts of London—

came the cry of a certain wandering idiot trembling in pain, as though he wished he could suck in a mouthful of cold noodles.

Human physiology determined that people were simply not built to endure certain kinds of pain.

Aside from smashing your little toe into a table leg with the force of a powerful kick, suddenly getting a calf cramp while sleeping soundly, or getting a one-centimeter splinter lodged in the flesh beneath your nail—

there was probably only biting your tongue while enjoying a meal, getting hit in the groin, and giving birth.

Speaking of which, someone had gone to the hospital today to have a wound checked—the one from two months ago, when he had bitten off a flap of tongue flesh. Not only had he been told it could not heal completely, but he had also been diagnosed with Mirror Tongue.

Wow, a thirteen-yuan registration fee got me a buy-one-get-one-free diagnosis. What a bargain. (Cheerful despair)

One hand covered his forehead while the other clutched his little toe. In an absurd posture, he writhed beneath the table like a maggot in agony.

Three minutes later, Fang Ran finally emerged from beneath the table, trembling and wrapped in a blanket, inching forward in little arches.

For the first time, he realized that having too much strength was not necessarily a good thing.

Damn it, the physical fitness of a participant made that unconscious kick hurt like hell!

Thanks to that blow from his lifelong nemesis that instantly jolted him awake, Fang Baby—who had originally intended to laze