"I'm not worried about you. I'm asking He Jing to hurry up and put away the damp-proof mats. Also, we need to be united and friendly," Song Zhiqiu replied with a faint smile, instantly dissolving the slightly different atmosphere.
Below, a male student picked up a small stone and threw it at his comrade who was washing his face. He laughed and scolded him, "Can you have some shame? We're all collecting water below. You came here alone to wash your face? Gosh!"
"Hahaha, do you think that there's only my dead skin in the water? Maybe there's even the animals' morning pee! Hahaha…"
"F*ck, you're disgusting!"
"Their urine is cleaner than the dead skin on your face!"
"I'm already showing mercy by not washing my feet. If I knew this would happen, I would have washed my feet."
"If you want to be beaten up, just say it. I'm waiting to give you a punch."