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Looking back, I continued speaking to San Tong: "Don't listen to his grandiose claims; no matter how flowery the language, it's all nonsense. Just look at that name; it sounds bad from the start, like 'prostate,' and then there's all that dribbling and dripping of urine..."
As I typed away on the keyboard without looking up, I said to San Tong: "It needs a poetic name. Let's call it Tong Fan, and we'll write Tong Fan·Male."
After making the change, I proudly looked up at him: "What do you think? Not bad, right? It even includes the gender in the name—simple and elegant."
San Tong was puffing on a cigarette, nodding vigorously as he listened.
"Alright, little brother, what can I say? You really are something else. You're not an ordinary person."
I patted him on the shoulder and said, "I told you, San'er, who among us brothers doesn't listen to each other? Come on, you know you should listen to me."
Saying this, I leaned back in my chair.
San Tong squinted at those few words, savoring their meaning.
After pondering for a moment, I continued typing: "We have to write it this way: D'Artagnan is no more; it's time to turn the page. From now on, we will call it Tong Fan·Male! Also, this information needs a good revision."
With a look of disdain, I deleted the previous introduction entirely: "Hello everyone, my name is Tong Fan, gender male, interested in females. I'm 23 years old, 1.7 meters tall, weighing 150 pounds. My education isn't high, but I have diverse interests—singing, dancing, drinking, smoking; in short, I do everything except illegal activities. By the way, I've been really wanting to date lately..."
As I muttered to myself while typing, San Tong listened attentively and nodded frequently.
"Alright then, Buddy, let's go with what you've got."
"Just watch me!"
I took my hands off the keyboard, crossed my arms in front of my chest, and leaned back to take a look. Perfect!
"Buddy, shouldn't we add something a bit more artistic to this introduction? Shouldn't I seem a bit deeper?"
San Tong pondered for a moment, feeling like he needed to come up with something artistic for himself.
I shot him a glance and said irritably, "Look, Three, don't you have any idea about your own level right now?"
I took a sip of water and continued, "With your mediocre skills, if you try to sound deep and artistic, when you actually meet someone and they ask you: 'Hey, where did you get that from?' what are you going to say? Do you understand?"
San Tong looked a bit confused, scratching his head and said, "How am I supposed to know…"
"Well, considering you haven't even read Notre-Dame de Paris, how would you understand anything?"
"What place? The Paris one? What's that?"
"It's just a foreign monk's Tianjing Mandarin le." I was really too lazy to explain further.
"How would I know? I haven't even been to our local monk's Tianjing Mandarin le much less a foreign one."
San Tong said with a bewildered expression while scratching his head.
I couldn't help but complain, pointing at his long list of friends and saying, "See? I knew it. And look at these friends you've added; they're all just a bunch of troublemakers, and... and... a little mischievous too!"
San Tong cleared the gloom and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the keyboard. "You just added them, so hurry up and say hi for me. We can't wait even a moment longer."
I really thought... you're not my brother; you're a weapon aimed at my life.
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