"This isn't... your bottle is filled entirely with cockroaches?"
Wu Bin felt his trypophobia was about to act up.
Is he sick?
What normal person would collect this stuff!
Song Bing boasted with pride, "Impressive, right? This is already the third bottle I've collected. Each bottle can hold two hundred and fifty cockroaches. Once I fill four bottles, I can exchange them for ten academic credits."
Wu Bin was silent.
"Does Agricultural University actually let people collect these things for academic credits?"
"Yeah."
Song Bing said earnestly, "Collecting cockroaches is considered one of the better options. I heard there are even people collecting mice. One yuan for each mouse corpse. Just yesterday, we sold five of them."
Damn.
Has Agricultural University gone and created a pest economy?
"Do they also keep all the mouse corpses together like you do?"
Song Bing shook his head.
"That's not gonna happen—it's too perverse, and also unhygienic."
