"Unleash your muscles! For the right to choose a mate! We shall never lose to a fox!"
The guy being pushed home by Ansheng, sitting in the wheelchair, had expressions flickering on his face. Eventually, he gritted his teeth, smacked the armrests of the wheelchair, and flew up.
Under Ansheng's stunned gaze, the guy leaped to the ground, and with his arms propelling him rapidly, he ran towards the boys' dormitory.
"Holy crap..."
"I bought you a meal because I saw you were down on your luck, and you're talking about mate selection rights..."
Ansheng watched the scene speechless, looked at the empty wheelchair, and quipped, "Great, now I have to return this thing for him. If you want a girlfriend or whatever, just bring me a roast chicken tonight, it's not like it's impossible to talk about it."
