The day Meng Yi left the research institute, he lowered his head and irritably fumbled for a cigarette. Finally, as he put it between his teeth, he let out a bitter laugh.
A friend beside him looked over in confusion. "Meng Yi, what's wrong?"
Meng Yi said nothing. He turned and narrowed his eyes at the research institute behind him, his face cold with disgust. "Gu He fucked me."
His voice was icy, and he clearly had a deep grudge against the person he was talking about. After he spoke, he took the cigarette from his lips and crushed the tip between his fingers.
"What gave him the right to fuck me?"
Meng Yi didn't notice his friend's stiff expression at hearing those words. He kept talking to himself about how much he hated it.
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But Meng Yi didn't know that in some regional dialects, "fuck" doesn't mean an insult.
Reading Guide:
1. The bottom is from Yunnan.
Theme: The road to growth is never smooth
