Yang Song faced an unprecedented dilemma. When he was a child, this dilemma could be solved by finding a suitable tree. But now he is an 18-year-old adult male, and he has done such an degrading act in public.
This incident will definitely attract the attention of countless people.
But where should I go to the toilet?
Yang Song looked at the people queuing up at the door of the toilet with a blank expression. This was the fifth toilet he had looked for. In such a huge shopping mall, there was not a single toilet that was empty. Instead of squatting in the toilet, moaning and excreting.
People have terrible patience, and he admires those people waiting in line to go to the toilet.
"I don't believe there are so many people in the restroom outside the mall!" Yang Song shook his legs and walked towards the outside of the mall.
There seems to be a very hot activity here. There is a huge stage in the middle of the mall. Four or five trendy men with various colors are dancing on the stage, and at the same time using their microphones to sing something that can make Yang Song vomit out.
song.
What's terrible is that the sound waves emitted by the heavy and harsh heavy metal music also resonated with his bladder, making him feel like he was about to explode somewhere in his lower body.
"Damn symphony!"
Yang Song secretly complained that the performer's singing was really unpleasant.
Yang Song knew why he hated the symphony now. He almost couldn't hold it in anymore. He didn't even know why he came to this ghost place. There were not even women here, only men.
This group of people were extremely slow to leave the house. Yang Song endured the strong urge to urinate in his bladder and struggled to pat the shoulder of a man in front of him and said: "Brother, please give me a step, I have something urgent."
The man turned his head, looked at Yang Song with an indifferent face, and said: "First come, first served."
Yang Song was in a hurry to hold back his pee, and naturally he was not in a good mood. However, he did not want to cause unnecessary disputes. Seeing that the man looked very unfriendly, he did not bother to pay attention to him. He raised his shoulders and prepared to squeeze through.
Just when Yang Song was about to take action, there was a burst of yelling and curses not far away.
"Isn't it just that I want you to give in? Why are you pushing me? I'm sick!"
"Don't you know you have to queue?"
"But you've been gone for half an hour and you haven't walked out yet, so I can't squeeze in?"
Already unbearable, Yang Song knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and hurriedly walked out of the mall. He decided to find a corner where no one was around to solve the problem. As for the ethics? Damn the ethics!
With his legs clamped tightly, Yang Song looked around and suddenly found an open space not far from the entrance of the mall. Unexpectedly, he found a toilet sitting there alone. There was no one at the door. Compared with the popularity of the toilet in the mall,
, this toilet is simply terrifyingly deserted.
Yang Song ran over without thinking. A smile appeared on his face, but it turned into a bitter smile the moment he ran to the door.
"This is actually a women's restroom! Where is the men's restroom?"
Yang Song couldn't believe it. He looked around, but couldn't find the sign of a man! Who built this damn toilet? Isn't this a trap?
With angry and unwilling complaints, Yang Song suddenly woke up from this dream. At this time, he only felt as if his bladder was about to explode.
Wearing only a pair of underpants, he jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet outside, shirtless. This school dormitory is very old and there is no single toilet for students in the dormitory.
Running to the door of the public toilet on the corridor, Yang Song was shocked. The toilet on one floor was actually crowded with hundreds of people. Under the dim light at the entrance of the corridor, everyone stood at the door of the toilet with weird expressions and stared.
Look at other people.
"Damn, what's going on?" Yang Song was dumbfounded. At this moment, he finally understood the origin of the allusion that the toilet was called "Lun (Lun) Dun (Squatting)".
"Buzz!"
When Yang Song was considering whether to continue "squatting in circles", the sound of mosquitoes was heard next to his ears, and an early-rising mosquito was launching an air attack on his right ear socket.
"Snapped!"
Yang Song, who was holding back his urine until one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, was so irritated that he instinctively slapped him over and slapped himself in the face.
After a buzzing in my ears, I felt a moist feeling in my palms. The mosquito was killed and turned into a ball of rotten flesh.
at the same time.
"Ouch!"
"Oh my God! Who hit me?"
"Why are you beating me so hard?"
"I didn't hit you! Are you blind? I think you hit me, right?"
Almost at the same time, everyone covered their right ear sockets and looked at the people around them with red faces and angry faces. Many people with bad tempers even started fighting. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and many people who were afraid of trouble
I have already left this place of right and wrong.
Yang Song couldn't care less. When he saw many people going downstairs and saw the endless queue in front of him, he couldn't help but follow them down. He decided to find a bush and release his suppressed bladder.
To his surprise, Yang Song actually saw his four-eyed class teacher standing by a tree outside and unzipping his crotch!
The head teacher who was wearing glasses naturally saw Yang Song, and immediately turned red and waved Yang Song away, making Yang Song dumbfounded.
Yang Song found a corner that had just been used by "predecessors", pulled down the zipper, and opened the gate to release the water.
stress relief,
Shake the gun, lift the gun, put the gun away, put the gun back in the holster, close the door, and the flood alarm is lifted!
After finishing, Yang Song breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and smiled apologetically at a certain boy who was standing behind him, waiting for him to give up his position:
"It's done, it's your turn!"
The boy had a strange expression on his face and said, "I suddenly feel like I can't pee urgently?"
Not only him, but also standing nearby, like the classmate behind Yang Song, waiting to pick up the other people in the front row who were "watering" the base of the wall, all at this time also exclaimed "the flood is over".
At 7:45 in the morning on Friday, the "abnormal incident" that enveloped Yang Song's university, where thousands of teachers and students felt the need to urinate at the same time and lined up to grab the toilet, was resolved at the moment when Yang Song "put away his gun"
.
This morning, Yang Song overslept. Even though he was woken up by soaking in urine, he was still late.
After settling his personal burden, Yang Song quickly walked through the campus filled with the smell of urine while gnawing on the bread he bought. When he arrived at class, it was already 8:05.
The teacher who was supposed to come to class long ago did not appear in the classroom. The students who were already sitting in their seats had no intention of waiting for class. Instead, they all held their mobile phones and browsed the web while enthusiastically discussing what had just happened.
thing.
"What a weird thing. I obviously didn't pee, but I was so anxious that I couldn't urinate while standing in the toilet, but I just wanted to pee."
"Me too!"
It's not just peeing, there's another thing.
"I was peeing at the top of the stairs, but I got slapped in the face for no reason! There was no one around!"
"What? I was beaten too! I thought it was that pervert Liao Dehua who beat me!"
"Me too! It made my pants wet!"
"Who the hell knows! Can you tell me?"
The boys brazenly and loudly discussed the "embarrassing" thing that had just happened to them, while the girls were a little more reserved, but they also gathered together and muttered quietly. The urgent need to urinate made the girls feel embarrassed, and no one joined the boys.
There was a loud discussion, but as soon as the topic of the inexplicable slap that everyone received came up, the girls on the side immediately joined in the loud discussion.
"No way?"
Only then did Yang Song realize that half an hour ago, when he was attacked by a mosquito in London, he slapped himself on the socket of the ear, and there were screams of surprise around him.
Having realized that something was wrong, he instinctively and wisely decided to join the ranks of the "victims" around him.
But the more exciting things are yet to come.
A classmate who was browsing the web on his mobile phone yelled.
“The posts on the Tianya Forum are now being washed away by peeing posts and slapping posts!”
"Not only Tianya, Zhihu has also fallen, but also NetEase and Sina. Now they are all peeing and slapping posts!"
"The video is out! A video of President Obama being slapped in the face by a mysterious force during his speech in Congress! This happened not only to China, but also to foreigners!"
"Let me take a look... this video? Not only him, but also the guards around him and the people watching me made a video of his ears being slapped?"
The news coming from around him became more and more explosive. Yang Song listened silently and quietly put the right hand that shot down the mosquito in front of him. There was still a little black mark on the palm of his hand. This was the mark left by the mosquito that wanted to bite him.
A little remnant of it.
"It can not be?"
Yang Song thought for a while and did something.
He looked at the teacher in front of him warily, then quietly reached his right hand behind his buttocks, and then pinched his buttocks hard with his thumb and index finger.
"Yeah! Someone screw my ass!"
At the same time as the stinging pain came, the whole class screamed in pain and made movements to protect their buttocks with their hands.