Lin Yingying and Lin Shanshan blushed, glancing behind the fatty's butt.
Sure enough, his black shorts had indeed split into two big holes.
As the fatty counted his money, he said between snots and tears, "Life is tough on the roads, you can't avoid getting sliced. In ancient times, Han Xin endured the humiliation beneath the crotch; today I, the fatty, suffer the shame of losing my pants. Just you wait, I will surely become the great Chicken-Eating Demon King."
Lin Shanshan waved her hand hastily with her eyes covered, "Stop blabbering and put your pants on already!"
The fatty asked her, "Aren't you going to look?"
"Get moving, how shameful!"
Lin Shanshan felt like vomiting blood and turned her head away, no longer paying him any attention.
"Fine, I'll go, but my great spirit will never submit to you guys!"
Grabbing his pants, the fatty dashed toward the internet cafe.
Today he'd have instant noodles, with two extra sausages, and a bottle of green tea.
