Wu Lei was shoveling cow dung in the cold wind on Riverside Beach—a task he had to perform daily. The big fermentation pond needed tending to every few days. With snot dripping down, he took the phone call and couldn't help sniffing before letting out a sigh:
"Forget it, I don't have time..."
Then he added, "I'm not stupid either; what girl would like me now, covered in the smell of cow dung! I'll wait till next year, I'll have time when I start herding cows at home."
Zhang Chen: ...
Not stupid, but not too smart either.
He hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "You're dodging it like this, you sure you aren't thinking about what's-her-name, Fangfang Lili, or something?"
"It's Lili!" Wu Lei emphasized loudly: "Her name is Juliet!"
Uh, something seems off?
"Oh." Zhang Chen felt relieved. It seems cow dung really can block the brain; otherwise, Wu Lei wouldn't get the name wrong.
That's good, that's good.
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