diskusbooks Chapter 548 Depressing Synopsis for Using the Toilet
Chapter 548 Depressing Synopsis for Using the Toilet
Warning: Those who are eating, please read with caution (o?n)
The idea that Rat is a false proposition is misleading.
When you eliminate anxiety, it gains freedom.
[It seems to have benefited both parties]
But the warmth and companionship you once shared...
Can memories really be so easily erased?
"They all say letting go won't be painful, but the warmth from your pants won't let you off easily. The crimes that can't be covered up leave you nowhere to escape. All those memories will forever remain in our minds, until we mention them again [hug you]."
"Big Horse"
"It's the defense~" (vocalization)
"Big Horse"
"It's a defense."
“Da Pi…” (Feeling wronged)
"Ah... Pfft pfft pfft pfft" (a wicked smile)
—————《使匹》
"It's because I wasn't capable enough to keep it."
"Birds are the tears of bald heads, and factories are the sighs of the factory."
Diarrhea is an undisguised expression of love, constipation is an unspoken feeling.
"They all say that old loves should be cleared away as cleanly as emptying a toilet, but the sluggish heaviness in the factory corridor is more like the lingering attachment in my heart. Those pretentious farewells are exposed every time I go to the toilet. I know that the filth should be washed away by the water, but I always hesitate a second before pressing the flush button, just like I know that you should have left my life long ago, but I still hold on to the fragments of the past and refuse to let go."
The swirling eddies in the toilet bowl can't carry away the stubborn residue, nor can they erase the warmth of your memory. Even excretion has become a battleground for me to tug at the past. How can I, in this state, truly bid you a dignified farewell?
"For those 30 seconds, he seemed frozen in time, standing there dumbfounded. Apparently, some toilets allow someone else to use them while you're using one. [Facepalm]"
"I also want to poop properly, but who gives me that chance? Every time I want to poop properly in the toilet, either a stranger suddenly walks in and disturbs me, or I get mocked by the girl next door. Do you know how difficult it is for me?"
I just wanted to properly pull a golden python, but you ignored all of that, didn't you? How many times have we argued over a toilet door that can be closed? How many times have we cried over a single room without a strawberry tart? But every single time, you ignored it. Those emotions were like snowflakes that you never wanted to catch, falling lightly and turning into my tears that flowed to places you couldn't see.
After so many days, I've come to terms with it. There's no possibility for us anymore. I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you. None of this should have happened between us. We shouldn't have met in the first place. It's time to let go of you and let myself go.
Goodbye, school, I'm going back now. In this life, I will never cry for your strawberry tart again.
"Today's defense was a mix of intense, bittersweet moments. Several sharp, sudden aches were just awful. It made me start to doubt my connection with it. [Side-swept bangs][Pink hair][Blonde hair][Punk style][Green hair][Trying to look cool]"
Follow-up comment: "Love is about stumbling and falling."
"I have diarrhea again today. That uncontrollable urge is just like your love for her back then—a passionate and unreserved love. Years later, when you recall that exhilarating day, will you also remember the promises you made to her?"
"You tend to come across these kinds of sad videos when you're preparing for your thesis defense."
"I was in a better mood today, and you brought it back to my senses [crying emoji]"
"When I was in high school, I once held back my thesis defense for three whole days. My stomach was in so much pain that I could feel the hard, huge thesis through my belly. It stretched my lower abdomen so much that when I sucked in my stomach, I felt the hard, huge edges of the thesis scraping against my pen."
The sheer number of defenses I had caused the chicken to press on my stomach, resulting in a lack of appetite and frequent burping for several days. Finally, I felt a powerful urge, accompanied by slow, undulating movements in my abdomen, along with the lumps in my stomach. It felt like a huge thing was moving inside me, causing me unbearable abdominal pain and extreme suffering. I rushed to the toilet.
But because the defense was so rigid, I could only feel the airtight resistance of the factory. Despite my efforts to lower it, the defense remained firmly stuck there without moving. Later, the factory slowly moved on its own, pushing my defense forward. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, feeling the enormous defense stretching my lower body so much that it almost made me groan.
The defense was interrupted again. The sharp edges of the defense were piercing my pen. I was at my wit's end. Just when I thought I would have to leave the restroom again, a sudden surge of overwhelming energy swept over me. I was almost exhausted from squatting for so long and exerting so much effort during the defense.
My brain was congested with blood, my vision was blurry, and I was in a dizzy and confused state. Moreover, the quirk was too urgent and didn't think. A huge, loud quirk, like a thunderclap, came out along with that hard-edged answer.
Like a missile, it was incredibly fast. Then my stomach churned violently, releasing a mountain of dissertations—more than I could ever imagine. My stomach was still churning, gushing out more dissertations, and I was nearly exhausted…
"It's a bit late and still a bit sticky today."
Follow-up comment: "Just stick it on, otherwise it'll just get tangled and impossible to untangle."
"I was actually lying to you that day. On my way back, my stomach was churning with longing for you. The moment I saw you, my heart burst forth with love for you like a fountain."
"In a deserted corner, how I long for that overflowing warmth [eyes filled with tears], but I've never truly experienced the poetic feeling of chopsticks."
Our ancestors: What is this thing that lured us in to kill us?
Why is a video about using the toilet being made to sound so sentimental, like it's about life and death? What's going on here?
The children of later generations are truly shameless; I seriously suspect they deliberately chose to disgust us during our mealtimes.
That's such a sneaky trick!
It made us unable to swallow the food we were served; now everything makes us want to vomit.
Those wretched children of later generations, you owe us for our meals and our good appetites!
Constipation is constipation, and being unable to defecate is being unable to defecate.
Is it because he's been squatting on the toilet for too long that he's developed a strong aversion to sex and started flirting?
Huh! ! !
Flirting with your dad? I can only say you people from later generations have really been holding back for too long and have become psychologically abnormal. <(｀^?)>
She can love everything she sees; her mental state is truly beautiful!
Illiterate commoners: Wow, you know how different ordinary people are from cultured people. Look at them and then look at us. Even when they can't hold their poop, they can still talk so eloquently and beautifully, like the God of Literature has descended to earth.
No matter what they're doing, they can speak eloquently. Even when they go to the toilet, their manner is different from ours. Look at them, so classy, so... oh, right, so sophisticated! So sophisticated.
I think this kind of person is born to be an official!
What if they don't end up becoming officials?
Otherwise, I'd say it's my own reading. I'm not some random fortune teller in a black coat on the street corner; how could I be so accurate?
What do you take me for? If I were that accurate, I would have already calculated my fortune and gone to the city to make big money, eat and drink well, and enjoy life. Why would I need to waste my days in this remote mountain village with you? (；一_一)
Doesn't our friendship warrant this?
You're really dreaming, bro. You're really being presumptuous!
Others who heard this thought: Ugh, if you have to be romantic even with all this filth, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'd rather not be the God of Literature.