Hey, can you imagine? There was a frozen persimmon, quietly resting in the freezer, enjoying its cool, low-temperature world. But who would have thought that the gears of fate would suddenly spin wildly?
This frozen persimmon was inexplicably picked up by a pair of mysterious hands.
San, with a poker face, took out the frozen persimmon, rinsed it, dried it, and then wrapped it round and round with red hemp rope.
Finally, it was hung on the balcony, suspended in the air. The scene was like an absurd farce unfolding. The frozen persimmon spun in the air.
Then, San took out a black leather whip used for teaching. The whip cut a sharp arc through the air, making a "whoosh" sound, like a venomous snake about to strike, flicking its tongue.
"Whack!" The first lash landed heavily on the surface of the frozen persimmon. Instantly, a shallow mark appeared on its once hard skin.
The frozen persimmon suddenly gained a soul, feeling a sharp pain. Its body involuntarily trembled. "Oh my! What's going on? Who did I offend? I'm just a frozen persimmon!" the frozen persimmon cried out in its heart.
The whip showed no mercy, striking the frozen persimmon's body again and again.
Each lash made the persimmon's body shake violently, and its orange skin gradually became mottled under the whip's attack.
As the whipping continued, the frozen persimmon felt like a small boat in a storm, at risk of being swallowed by the surging waves at any moment.
Its once rock-hard body seemed to be falling apart, and the juice inside felt like it was churning in pain. "Did I commit some unforgivable sin? Is it because I'm too, too, too cute and people are jealous?" The frozen persimmon thought wildly while enduring the whipping.
The surrounding vegetables were stunned. The potato's mouth hung open, its round body seemingly stiff with shock; the carrot's eyes were wide, its orange-red body trembling slightly, as if afraid of the frozen persimmon's tragic fate; the onion silently wept nearby, its layered body seemingly contracting further with sadness. Yet the whip was relentless, continuing to strike the frozen tomato again and again, making crisp and cruel sounds.
The frozen persimmon was on the verge of tears, wanting to scream: "Help! Someone save this poor frozen persimmon! Who is so deranged as to whip a persimmon!!!" But it couldn't make a sound, only silently praying in its heart for this nightmare to end quickly.
Finally, after who knows how long, the mysterious hand seemed to have had enough and put the frozen tomato down. By now, the frozen persimmon was battered and bruised. It collapsed on the ground, feeling that its "persimmon life" had hit rock bottom.
"What karma have I created! Who would whip a frozen persimmon for no reason... Wuwuwu." The frozen persimmon secretly vowed never to be reborn as a persimmon again.
What good person whips a persimmon for no reason... Before the frozen persimmon could even sigh in relief,
The frozen persimmon whizzed through the air, smashing this way and that. Wherever it went, the air seemed to freeze in fear. The surrounding vegetables' eyes widened. The eggplant shrank itself even more purple with fright, and the cucumber turned green with tension. The frozen persimmon danced happily, as if holding a unique "Frozen Persimmon Rave Party," but this party certainly scared its surroundings quite a bit.
"How did I become a meteor hammer? Ow ow ow! Help!" The frozen persimmon howled incessantly in its heart.
"Is no one going to stop this crazy snake?" But it couldn't resist, only letting itself be swung around.
Finally, when this crazy game ended, the frozen persimmon was put back in its original place. It breathed a sigh of relief.
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