1442: Extra Eight: The Story Before Extra Two (2) 1442: Extra Eight: The Story Before Extra Two (2) “I have a suggestion.”
“What?”
“Let’s eat at!” Xin Fat Man’s face blood with a huge smile.
“Eat!”
Zheng Qing answered viciously: “We’re not just going to eat at, but also drink!
Eat big chunks of at, drink big gulps of alcohol!
Like the heroes of Liangshan, roaring and lively, never dwelling on things!”
“We can also et new girls.” Dylan blinked and forgot his craving for ‘heartbreak blood’ and set his sights on a more long-term goal, excitedly asking, “Where should we go?
Yota?
Eat parrotfish?
Half-penny bar?”
The fat man glanced at him sideways, raised his arm and shook the watch on his wrist:
“We eat in the dormitory!”
Instantly, Dylan sagged like a deflated ball and slowly slid back into the coffin in his tent, soon leaving only half of his head outside, resembling a huge black snail.
The fat man reassuringly patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder: “Rest assured, good food and drink, let off so steam…
and tomorrow you’ll be back to a fine fellow again!”
“Speaking of fine fellows, where is this Liangshan you just ntioned?” Dylan, with only half of his head still outside the coffin, stopped sliding further and asked curiously: “I’ve heard of Kunlun, Alps, Olympus…
Are the heroes of Liangshan famous?”
Zheng Qing blinked, unsure how to answer this question.
Xiao Xiao promptly opened his notebook.
“The Black Wizard Group of Liangshan Shuibo were a bunch of evil wizards corrupted by the Deeps of Starry Sky, who called themselves ‘Son of Star’.”
The Doctor pointed to the part underlined in red in his notes, held it up in front of the coffin, and explained with enthusiasm: “They nad themselves after different stars and caused a lot of turmoil in the Middle Earth world of the eleventh century…
Eventually, these wizards were banished by the Danhag Supre Court Qingzhou Circuit Court to so undeveloped New World.
Their deeds also helped prompt the creation of ‘Wizard Stealth’, after lengthy discussions in the eight hundred and fifty-sixth eting of the Wizard United Assembly…”
Zheng Qing listened with glazed eyes, dumbfounded.
Faced with Dylan’s inquiring gaze, he could only nod helplessly, indicating he couldn’t provide any more information.
“Sounds like they stirred up quite so trouble?” Dylan poked his head a bit further out.
Xiao Xiao glanced at him:
“If you’re willing to co down for a couple of drinks, I can tell you those stories.”
Mister Blood Werewolf, always quick to take advice, swiftly slid back out of the coffin and explained to the other two dorm mates: “Since the Doctor is willing to talk more knowledge…
naturally, I must respect his patience.”
The fat man looked at him, silently smirking.
The student dormitory has limited space, and the rules are strict.
Barbecue in the dormitory is out of the question.
When Xin Fat Man suggested eating at, it naturally ant pre-cooked and marinated ready-to-eat ats.
As the fat man skillfully arranged the plates on the table, Zheng Qing could no longer hold back, sidled up to the Doctor, and whispered in his ear: “What’s your take on this matter?”
“What matter?
The Liangshan heroes?” The Doctor seed perplexed.
“Elena.” Zheng Qing’s face darkened, and it took a great effort to keep his temper in check: “The letter breaking off friendship.”
“Oh, I don’t have any particular thoughts on it.”
“Eh?” This response caught the young cost student off guard: “None?!”
“Why must I necessarily have any thoughts?”
“No, you don’t have to…
but I think,” Zheng Qing struggled to articulate his thoughts, and tried another approach: “…I want to know if you think this thing is good or bad?”
“Good or bad, they’re just reflections in the eyes of others.”
Xiao Xiao picked up a skewer of at from the table and waved it in front of Zheng Qing:
“Like this skewer, so may think it’s fatty, others may find it delicious…
If you can face slander with a smile, in so people’s eyes that’s a disgrace, a loss of face, a sign of your powerlessness and inability to build your own prestige; but in others’ eyes, it shows you’re cheerful, generous, not engaging in petty disputes, full of magnanimity; of course, it doesn’t exclude the possibility that in the eyes of soone with special preferences, you could be a person with an invisible trait of masochism.”
Zheng Qing took the skewer, with a disheveled look, and bit into it fiercely.
Bits of fat blossod on his tongue, mixed with a rich blend of spices, layering the at with a delectable taste.
Despite being taken from a watch, the skewer still retained the warm heat as if it had just left the grill, which further whet the appetite.
Xin Fat Man tily handed over a cup of cold butterbeer.
“Here, here, here, this is a speciality from Hog Mode,” he beckoned warmly, like a tavern’s servant: “Last year when my uncle visited Hogwarts, he brought this especially for …
try it, co on, everybody try.”
Zheng Qing took the beer unconsciously and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
The icy drink flowed through his mouth, clearing away the flavor of the roasted at and sobering up the young sponsored student’s thoughts a little.
Dylan’s enthusiastic discussions with the fat man reached his ears: “I heard that butterbeer mixed with Green Bee can taste like a clear tea, and it kicks even harder…
do you have Green Bee in your watch?”
“What a joke!” The fat man laughed dismissively: “If you want a hundred or eighty pounds I might not be able to pull it out…
but whether ‘have’ or ‘not have’, that word is an insult to my reputation as a gourt!”
Zheng Qing stuck out his tongue, licking the remaining flavors at the corner of his mouth.
That was the aftertaste of beer mixed with roasted at.
“No one thinks skewers stink and goes to eat them; everyone eats them because they sll delicious.” He first refuted Xiao Xiao’s initial example, and then emphasized his own viewpoint:
“In what kind of world do you think we are living?
Our bodies may live in an objective world, but our consciousness lives in another, subjective world.
That subjective world made up of everyone’s views and understandings.”
“Skewers don’t stink, but they vary in fat content.” Xiao Xiao used chopsticks to pick up another piece of braised at, lifting it as the thick at juice slowly dripped down: “…why should our thoughts and ideas reference others’ opinions?”
“What do you think is the aning of our existence?” Zheng Qing gave up debating about food with Xiao Xiao and took another two sips of beer, his earlobes warming up a bit:
“If living is just to eat and then keep on living, what’s the difference from a walking corpse?
Aren’t we alive to pursue others’ praise, envy, or even their hatred?
In other words, we actually live in the eyes of others.”
“Dull consciousness.”
While continuing the conversation, Xiao Xiao mimicked Dylan’s thod, mixing Green Bee, Amber Light, Sea Monster Langmu, and butterbeer together, and cautiously took a sip.
Then his eyes lit up and he gulped it all down in one go.
This made his face turn a bit pale, and his speech sowhat slurred: “…do you still think you’re a commoner living in the gaze of others?
Wrong, wrong, wrong!”
“The mont you received that letter, you were already out of the world you thought you were in.
The worldview you had built had already collapsed at that mont.
In this brand-new world…”
He spread his arms wide, his drink splashing everywhere, upsetting the Sprites like Hehe who were used to a clean and tidy environnt, and sowhat taken aback by the chaos in the dormitory.
Fatty Cat Tuan Tuan had already escaped from Xin Fat Man’s bed at so point and was squatting on the windowsill, squinting and tucking in its paws, watching the chaos below with a smirk.
“…In this brand-new world,” the Doctor slurred, having completely forgotten the topic of his discussion with Zheng Qing: “Your spirit possesses greater independence…World!
World!
Everyone is an independent world!
The the of our world is ours to decide!
Has nothing to do with others!!”
“No concerns with others!!” Xin Fat Man shouted with a flushed face, making a ruckus: “The lons haven’t co to market yet, the waterlon is already finished…
There are no lons in my watch!
But I do have lon seeds!”
Zheng Qing ate the skewer, downed his drink, and listened to his roommates chatting away, his gaze sowhat vacant.
In the end, Xiao Xiao wrapped his arm around his neck and said sothing that was a real mood killer:
“No matter how exquisite the food you eat is, in the end, it’s no different from shit.
Are you going to stop eating because of this realization?”
“Get lost!”
“Shut up!”
“Do you want to eat shit?!”
The other three rebuked in unison.
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