bookbashuk Chapter 146 The Soap Fell
Chapter 146 The Soap Fell
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, piercing straight at Ryuichi Kamishiro:
"Take you along? When your iron hooves trampled over our borders, did you ever think of 'taking us along'?"
"When your fleet bombarded our ports, did you ever consider 'leading' our development?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as firm as iron:
"All you ever think about is plunder and conquest; your swords are still stained with the blood of our ancestors!"
"The reason you're still able to coexist peacefully in this dorm room is because I'm maintaining the most basic level of civility—that's already the greatest leniency I can show you!"
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Studio:
"This makes my blood boil! This is the kind of spirit we should have!"
"History must not be forgotten! Support Lin Feng!"
"No problem! Why should I bring it?!"
"Well said! Some scars should never be forgotten!"
"This is true integrity! I love it!"
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Ryuichi Kamishiro turned pale after being rebuked by Lin Feng's resounding words; he clearly hadn't expected the other party to be so assertive.
After a brief silence, he got out of bed and went to Lin Feng's bedside:
"Lin Fengjun...why be so harsh? Those are grudges from the previous generation, tragedies of a bygone era. There's no need for them to continue into our generation!"
Seeing Lin Feng's expressionless face, he assumed his words had worked, so he leaned closer, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of ambiguity:
"Look, this prison is dark and gloomy, the rules are so oppressive that it's hard to breathe, and your nerves are always on edge... It's so uncomfortable."
He glanced meaningfully at Lin Feng's tall and straight figure, his eyes gleaming.
"Perhaps... I can help you 'relax'? If you're willing to agree, take me with you..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng was slightly taken aback, then looked Ryuichi Kamishiro up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised rejection.
"Save your breath," Lin Feng said calmly, but with absolute disapproval. "I have absolutely no interest in this cross-dressing thing! Use your energy on something worthwhile!"
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Studio:
"Judging by this practiced routine, Shindai must be a repeat offender, right? He's so skilled at it!"
"Does Brother Feng need you to relax? Aren't Vivian and Leng Meng in the dungeon better? Aren't they a million times better than you?"
"Tsk, no wonder they live such a humble life. When the proper way doesn't work, they resort to these crooked and unorthodox methods."
"Actually... it's not impossible. If I were Brother Feng, I'd get the benefits first, then deny everything!"
"So, his ancestors used force to plunder, but now he's resorting to seduction? Truly a family tradition of 'being able to bend and stretch'!"
"Hilarious! They have a top-tier teammate like Evelyn, but they want a dragging-down 'cross-dresser' like you? Kamishiro, don't you have any self-awareness?"
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Ryuichi Kamishiro was rebuffed by Lin Feng and could only sheepishly return to his bed, lie down, and cover his head with the blanket.
Around eight o'clock in the evening, Wasim stood up, stretched his limbs, and reminded them in a low voice:
"Hey everyone, don't forget [Rule 4 of the restroom]. You have to shower with green soap every day to wash away the 'bad air'."
He paused, looked around, and said, "There are two shower stalls. I'm going there now. Anyone want to come with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ryuichi Kamishiro practically sprang up from the bed and replied in unison:
"I'll go with you!"
Before Wasim could nod, he hurriedly got out of bed, took out a change of pajamas, a towel, and the green soap that was uniformly issued by the prison from the bedside table.
The soap was an unnatural dark green, like the color of old moss.
Up close, you can smell a strong, cheap fragrance mixed with some indescribable pungent odor; it doesn't smell pleasant.
The two walked out of the dormitory in silence, one after the other, and stepped into the dimly lit corridor.
Upon reaching the bathroom door, Wasim cautiously stopped, confirming that the sign on the door that read "For Prison Guards Only" was still clearly visible before pushing the door open and entering.
They went straight to the shower area in the back room, where two frosted glass doors stood side by side.
Wasim pushed open one of the doors, and Ryuichi Kamishiro followed him into the adjacent cubicle.
The small space contained only a metal shower head and a simple shelf.
Jindai carefully placed the folded pajamas and towels on the upper shelf of the shelf, making sure they wouldn't get wet, and then placed the green bar of soap on the lower shelf.
"Whoosh—"
Ryuichi Kamishiro turned on the faucet. At first, there was a muffled whirring sound from the pipe, and then a stream of icy water suddenly gushed out from the showerhead, hitting the tiled floor and splashing up a fine mist.
The live stream switched its viewpoint at the right time, focusing on the two tightly closed, steam-filled frosted glass doors of the shower room.
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Studio:
"They even switch scenes? Do you think I'm the kind of person who wants to watch that?! (Eyes widen)"
"Come on, let's open the betting! Will the God of Gamblers accidentally drop the soap? I bet five cents he will!"
"I'll take five! Not only is he going to fall, but his technique is definitely very practiced!"
"Given Shindai's 'business acumen,' even if the rules are triggered, he probably won't panic; it might even suit his purposes?"
"For him, wouldn't this be considered a 'match to his expertise'? Maybe he can even take this opportunity to 'relax'?"
"If it were Wasim who went in, this would be quite an interesting story..."
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Inside the shower, the steam blurred the view.
Vassim moved swiftly, wetting his body, applying soap, rubbing it to create a large amount of green foam with a strange, pleasant scent, and then rinsing it clean.
Ryuichi Kamishiro, on the other hand, seemed much more cautious.
He squeezed the soap in his hand repeatedly before slowly beginning to apply it.
Keep repeating to yourself, "Hold on tight, hold on tight, you absolutely can't drop it..."
However, what you fear most is what happens most often.
Just as he was trying to apply the soap to his back, and his arm twisted, causing his center of gravity to shift slightly, the slippery green soap, like a loach with its own mind, slipped away from his wet fingers with a "whoosh".
With a crisp "thud," it fell onto the wet tile floor.
In an instant, Ryuichi Kamishiro's blood seemed to freeze, and a chilling fear instantly crept up his spine and spread throughout his body.
"You can't bend down to pick it up..." The rule tolled in my mind like a death knell.
The veins on his forehead bulged as he tried to hook the soap with his foot, but it was so slippery that it just spun around on the ground each time he touched it, making it impossible to get a foothold.
At the same time, an unbearable, piercing itch began to spread from under his skin all over his body.
It wasn't just a superficial itch; it felt as if countless tiny insects were wriggling and gnawing beneath the skin and between the muscle fibers.
In an instant, Takashi Kamishiro realized—the moment the soap left his hand, the punishment of the rules had already arrived!
You must immediately pick up the soap and reapply it to your body; this is the only way to relieve this inhuman torture!