"Lots of people care about respectable?" Not that is parents would have approved even if he was, but... it didn't help that he was a shitty stallion webnovel author. "Cucumber-bro is respectable," he grumbles. "Shen Qingqiu is a scholar, a master of the Four Arts, and he got that shit handed to him on a silver platter when he transmigrated in already a peak lord, he didn't have to learn from scratch from a baby. And no one thinks An Ding is respectable. Even the lower peaks think they're better. An Ding is the fourth peak and keeps everything running and Liu-shidi the fucking War Good of Bai Zhan the seventh peak thinks he's more important to the sect than me even though all he does is fuck off for months at a time killing random monsters to challenge himself." He pauses and blinks. "Sorry, that was... not the point at all, got off track."
"Yeah, the fucking pond water, with silt in it and shit. He said it tasted like hope and that it was possible for plants to experience hope? Baobei it was so weird. That man is strange. He got lost in a cornfield like in a fucking horror movie trying to find his way to a rice paddy to drink out of it. And I just stood there on my sword staring because. Dude, what." Anyway. "You could... check? How?"
Shang Beida sighs and shifts a little, getting comfortable. "I... thank you, baobei."
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that got longer than I expected it to
Date: 2024-06-17 03:46 am (UTC)From:"Yeah, the fucking pond water, with silt in it and shit. He said it tasted like hope and that it was possible for plants to experience hope? Baobei it was so weird. That man is strange. He got lost in a cornfield like in a fucking horror movie trying to find his way to a rice paddy to drink out of it. And I just stood there on my sword staring because. Dude, what." Anyway. "You could... check? How?"
Shang Beida sighs and shifts a little, getting comfortable. "I... thank you, baobei."