"So I have mud on me because I haven't showered?"
Cheng Qian rubbed his arm again.
A clump of mud fell directly onto the tile floor of the school infirmary.
In an instant.
The grinding of teeth resounded throughout the infirmary.
Chen Mu looked at Cheng Qian with a complex expression, his skin darkened from not bathing for a long time.
His brain froze.
He blurted out, "Cheng Qian, are there mushrooms growing on your bedsheet?"
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"Hahaha!!! What the hell, are there mushrooms on your bedsheet? Dr. Chen must have been driven mad by mushrooms!"
"Honestly, we've only ever seen Immortals who eat mushrooms; never have we seen someone who grows their own fungal colony!"
"Goodness, no wonder you can drink liquid calcium for ten years straight, turns out you're not an ordinary person."
"Cheng Qian! Why aren't you saying anything? Quickly answer him and tell him whether there are mushrooms on your bedsheet!"
"..."
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