"I haven't had the pleasure of learning your name, young master."
"I don't have a proper name, but I do have a monastic name: Mo Ming."
"Brother Mo, what does it mean to put wine on credit?"
"On credit... Oh! You write it down first and pay later!"
"Then, Brother Mo, when will you pay?"
"..."
"Brother Mo...?"
"..."
"Brother Mo...!?"
...| | | | |... Mo Ming had forgotten that Bai Yao couldn't see his expression growing colder and colder. At last, he burst out:
"Aaaah!!! Stop calling me Brother Mo! Anyone who heard that would think I was a lecher or a pervert! 'Mo Xiong' sounds like 'touching breasts'! The only breasts I've ever touched are chicken breasts!"
"Brother Mo... then what should I call you?"
Mo Ming suddenly felt utterly helpless. He weakly uttered two words: "Mo Ming."
"Oh, Mo Ming, why are you walking faster and faster?"
"..."
"Ah... Ah!" Bai Yao stepped on a watermelon rind and, with the speed of a lightning-fast tumble, launched himself toward the retreating figure.
And so, in a dogpile that ended with them face-down in the dirt, the person on the bottom naturally suffered the most.
As he fell, just before hitting the ground, one thought flashed through Mo Ming's mind: "Next time, I should keep my distance."
Just messing around, with countless corny jokes. It's pretty silly, so proceed with caution if that's not your thing.
This story is pure nonsense. If anything seems familiar, there's nothing I can do about it.
As the saying goes, if you make your way in the world, sooner or later you'll have to pay it back... I've stolen enough other people's work... now someone's stolen mine... T T
If heaven gave me another chance, I'd say: I'd still steal it!
