"Cough cough."
The young cost student coughed softly twice, squeezing a warm smile onto his face, "What I was just saying is that it's good to get some wind in the winter. The more you expose yourself to the wind, the more spirited you appear! The body can become as sturdy as a bear's."
This answer disregarded any semblance of his integrity, swallowing what he had said before, metabolizing and digesting it, then releasing it as if it were a fart.
The other two onlookers in the dormitory were not surprised by this.
They had grown accustomed to Zheng Qing's increasingly thick skin and rarely bothered to mock him, not wanting to waste that bit of saliva. Xin Fat Man nodded in satisfaction, flipping his hand and setting the green Paper Crane free.
The Paper Crane traced a brief arc mid-air, almost falling to the ground before it struggled to unfold its wings, previously crumpled by the fat man, and flapped off into flight.