Han Yu's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Fatty Kui patted him on the shoulder. "Could've been worse. He could've written it on your forehead."
'Just what do they intend to do?' Han Yu couldn't figure it out.
Though pleasantly enough, he found himself with a bit of free time now.
"May as well train, I didn't get to do much the last two days." Han Yu muttered.
"Enjoy your time, I wish I got the VIP treatment too. But now i gotta go clean shit." Fatty Kui said with some sadness before stuffing another bun in his mouth and walking away.
Later that day, as Han Yu was preparing himself mentally to face another round of spiritual sewage, Zhen Shi returned—with backup.
"I've thoughtfully volunteered you for additional latrine rounds," he said sweetly. "Double shifts, Han Yu. Gotta show that servant spirit."
