"Bro, you sound like a philosopher now."
Just as he stuffed a clove of garlic into his mouth, Gu Tao looked up at Ma Shuai: "The only difference between a philosopher and a normal person is whether they scroll through X app or ponder deeply before going to sleep."
"It's always interesting to hear an old man talk about these things." Ma Shuai chuckled: "Bro, what's your take on aesthetic standards?"
"Are you seriously planning to discuss this with me?" Gu Tao opened a can of beer and took a sip, exhaling a breath of garlic-infused carbon dioxide: "But I don't feel like dealing with you, I've been genuinely tired these past few days, really tired."
Ma Shuai actually knew that Gu Tao had been extremely fatigued these days, dealing with over ten hours of classes daily in the Mountain and Sea Realm, plus handling a ton of stuff back at home, the redness in his eyes was quite evident, and there were even a few strands of white hair at his temples.
"Bro, maybe you should take a break."
