"Guess how many kilograms I've lost."
"Fifteen."
"Unfortunately, you're wrong." Tang Yue looked down at the number on the weighing scale. "I've only lost 14.5 kilograms."
Tomcat rolled its eyes. "What's the difference? Won't you have lost fifteen kilograms if you shat out half a kilogram of shit?"
"Do you believe that I can still raise something as heavy as fifty kilograms?" Tang Yue rolled up his robe and flexed his arm, trying hard to squeeze out his biceps.
With the warm breeze from the OGS to bathe in, Tang Yue had returned to the days of wearing ancient Roman attire. He wore pants with a thin robe draped over him.
The period back when the temperature control malfunctioned felt like a nightmare. Tang Yue didn't even know how he had survived.
