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Chapter 73 If the dog won't eat it, I will.

"Life, can you please give me a break this time? Sometimes I'm just so tired."

Whether it was because she had figured things out or because she was afraid that Mazu wouldn't like her, Wang Chu suddenly became happy, the melancholy on her face vanished, and she even started humming a little tune.

Lin Mo watched in disbelief. Was Mazu really that important to him? He didn't understand, but he respected her.

"Come on, Lao Mo, didn't you say you were going to get something to eat? I'm starving, what kind of food do you have in the dorm?"

After recovering, Director Wang felt hungry again. He had eaten very little at dinner, but had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and his stomach was now rumbling.

I was in a bad mood earlier, so I didn't realize it. Now that I'm clear-headed, I just feel like I'm going to die if I don't eat soon.

"I prepared some spicy chicken noodles for a late-night snack. Since Chuanmei is also hungry, I'll have him make some when I come out so she can have a bite first," Lin Mo said.

After all, the quality of the four items today was really not good. I don't know if the big data listened to the fact that everyone in their dorm was hungry. Three of the four items were food, and the last one was a chamber pot bomb.

Even if you're just a steamed bun like the Jade-Faced Hand Grenade King, at least you won't explode if you don't throw it, and you can still eat it.

He had seen that anti-Japanese war drama, which featured not only exploding chamber pots, but also exploding steamed buns, cucumbers, and carrots—truly the most outrageous of the outrageous.

As for the remaining three, only the spicy chicken noodles were somewhat normal, since they couldn't exactly be eating a piece of raw beef. The pickled cabbage and beef noodles were also... well, let's just say they weren't great.

But to everyone's surprise, Director Wang exclaimed, "Spicy chicken noodles? Even dogs wouldn't eat that stuff!"

"Eat! Even dogs won't eat it, but I will. I'll eat this insanely spicy lobster and turkey noodles. Hehe, I just enjoy the feeling of pleasure in my mouth while my anus suffers."

In the past, when I was hungry in the middle of the night, I would just drink some water to fill my stomach, and sometimes I even drank water from the bathroom tap. The feeling of noodles covered in sauce and bursting with spiciness in my mouth was just so satisfying! And this lobster, it's the lobster of my dreams! Is today New Year's, or has the government sent out disaster relief grain?

Inside the dormitory, Director Wang sat at the table, eating large mouthfuls of spicy chicken noodles, his lips covered in sauce. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had encountered a refugee.

The expression on his face showed no sign of the fact that he had been so upset about a woman just a few hours earlier that he had even gone to pray to gods and Buddhas.

"What's wrong with him?" Chuanmei looked at Wang Chu, who was wolfing down his food, and was a little unsure if he had been provoked by her.

After all, he said he was slightly inferior to Guan Yu, which wasn't very direct, but it was still honest advice that was hard to hear, so it certainly wasn't pleasant to hear.

Lin Mo shook his head: "It should be fine. After all, people with worries don't have a good appetite!"

Judging from Director Wang's appetite, one box is definitely not enough. Fortunately, he bought a 6-pack this time, which should be enough for the three of them.

Moreover, to prevent his anus from tightening, he only put in a quarter of the sauce packet, and even that made him sweat from the spiciness.

It's hard to imagine how Director Wang managed to eat the entire packet of sauce.

"Shh~ Shh!"

"What are you two talking about? Eat up, it'll get cold and all soggy. Old Mos, where did you buy this spicy chicken noodle soup? It's so authentic!" Director Wang said as he ate, his mouth never stopping.

"Director Wang, are you really alright?" Chuanmei asked cautiously.

Wang Chu grabbed a piece of paper and wiped his mouth: "What could possibly happen? Don't worry. I can tell which is more important, a woman who doesn't belong to me or Mazu who blesses me."

I've decided: first, I'll make money; then I'll get fit; I'll strive for well-rounded development.

Looking at the revitalized Director Wang, the two couldn't help but marvel at the status of Mazu. Indeed, every place has its own faith. No wonder there was a so-called Mazu mediation room in the police station in Director Wang's hometown.

Locals may lie, but very few will lie to Mazu.

The two didn't take Wang's boastful words seriously at all, but they were quite happy to see him recover. Wang ate two portions by himself, which resulted in him having diarrhea in the middle of the night and having to go to the toilet several times.

Chuanmei went twice, and even Lin Mo himself felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, but fortunately he had the foresight to only put in a quarter of the sauce packet, so he didn't get a stomachache.

These two had used up most of his toilet paper, which made him so angry he was practically grinding his teeth.

That's how it is in boys' dorms. You can leave money on the table without worrying about anyone taking it, but toilet paper is a different story—it will literally disappear.

There are many other rules like this. For example, roommates can call you "brother" or "dad," but they absolutely cannot call you "older brother."

The next morning, Lin Mo got up early to wash up and looked at the sleepy-eyed Director Wang, asking, "Are you sure you want to come with me? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

You know, this guy was up very late last night before finally going to sleep.

"It's alright, I can always go back and catch up on some sleep after I finish exercising," Director Wang shook his head, determined to keep his promise from last night and get some exercise.

Perhaps affected by yesterday's news, he is now starting to take his physique more seriously.

The two changed their clothes and left the dormitory. Because they had to wait for Director Wang, they were a few minutes late today. Professor Mu had already arrived and was swinging his arms on the playground, making a cracking sound.

"Good morning, Professor Mu!" Lin Mo greeted him naturally.

After all, the two had met many times before, so they weren't that unfamiliar with each other.

Seeing how natural he was, Director Wang secretly clicked his tongue in amazement and greeted him in return.

"Hello, Professor Mu!"

The old lady nodded to the two of them: "I thought you weren't coming today."

"No, I just woke up late today!"

The two exchanged a few simple pleasantries before starting to run to warm up.

"Wow, Old Mo, you're quite familiar with Professor Mu now."

As the two warmed up, Director Wang couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, Professor Mu is a very nice person. She's just a bit blunt and can be quite fierce in class. Otherwise, she's just a health-conscious old lady," Lin Mo explained.

He had no interaction with Professor Mu before, so he didn't know anything about her personal life. But now it seems that the reason she was angry was because they were all too stupid, at least in the field of advanced mathematics under Professor Mu.

There's a viewpoint online that ordinary people can't understand the thoughts of geniuses, and geniuses can't understand why such simple problems are so difficult for everyone to learn, even after being explained again and again. It would be strange if they had a good temper.

After jogging a lap, the two met up with Professor Mu and started swinging their arms and legs until the three of them started standing in a stance together.

After mastering the art of massage and bone setting yesterday, he treated himself to a session last night, and this morning the pain in his legs was indeed significantly reduced.

"No, I can't take it anymore!"

With a loud thud, Director Wang sat heavily on the ground, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

"These young people nowadays, they just don't pay attention to exercise. It's only been less than two minutes, and you look pretty strong, but you're even weaker than Xiao Lin?"

Professor Mu looked at Director Wang sitting on the ground and shook his head.

Lin Mo:
Director Wang: ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)