"Splush!"
He plunged into the water, swimming upstream and covering a distance of four or five meters. Chen Yu emerged at the surface, expelling a breath of murky air.
He confirmed that his lower half was now completely clean.
Yet he didn't rush to shore.
Instead, he pondered over a new problem.
"Definitely can't wear those pants again."
"Where to find a new pair..."
As he contemplated, Chen Yu looked around and noticed a guy downstream staring at him in a daze.
Chen Yu: "..."
Crew-cut man: "..."
The two locked eyes, the brief stare lasting quite a while, until the crew-cut man ran away in terror.
"Fellow daoist!" Chen Yu promptly took up the chase, "Please wait! Where did you buy your pants."
Five minutes later.
Chen Yu had successfully changed into a new set of clothes and happily left the scene.
He left the crew-cut man behind in the stream, naked and shivering, clutching his chest, choking back sobs...
