The sky was getting dark.
It was around 6 PM.
After having a kick from his scolding, Zhang Ye got off the internet in a content manner. He did not look at it anymore. Since he had lost all decorum with the world of literature, there was nothing better to be said. It was easy to tell who was the donkey or the horse by drawing it out to run. We shall have the real fight tomorrow at Peking University. This bro will let you know why the flowers are so red!
Rao Aimin leered at him. "The number of people you have offended is really increasing."
"Once you have too many lice, it doesn't itch." Zhang Ye said in a ruffian-like manner, "There's nothing to worry about when there are too many debts."
Rao Aimin suddenly stretched out her hand. "Oh right. Kid, shouldn't you be paying rent? You earned quite a bit of money in Shanghai. Pay up the entire year's rent."
Zhang Ye said nervously. "Don't talk about money. It hurts my feelings."
