stjorthotic Chapter 12 Brother, you're really hard to kill!
Chapter 12 Brother, you're really hard to kill!
Lin Mo calmly put the lighter back into his pocket.
He looked at the basketball shoes that were still smoking and calmly uttered five words.
"The test result is positive."
The chat erupted in laughter again.
"Positive! Another positive result!"
"The last positive result was syphilis, this positive result is athlete's foot, and there has never been a negative result in this live broadcast room."
"Test results - Combustible gas concentration inside the shoe: positive."
"The school doctor's positive test rate is 100%."
"This dormitory should be used to film 'Approaching Science,' it could make at least five episodes."
"No, 'Approaching Science' can't film this; this is real science."
Lin Mo straightened up, just about to say something.
My gaze was suddenly drawn to the armrest on the side of the bed.
Those are the vertical railings of the iron bunk bed. Near the head of the bed, about waist-high, there is a bulging thing stuck to it.
It's not rust, it's not a stain.
Rather, it is a complete form with a cap, stem, and gills.
A mushroom.
A genuine mushroom.
Lin Mo held onto the bed railing, bent down, and leaned closer to look at the mushroom.
The cap is light brown with slightly curled edges.
It has a layer of fine fuzz on its surface and is about three centimeters in diameter.
The stipe is short and thick, white with a yellowish tinge, and its roots are deeply embedded in the rotten and blackened sponge pad at the seam between the bed frame and the bed board.
The whole mushroom stood quietly in the dim light.
It has a faint earthy smell.
It was mixed with the stench of feet that filled the whole house.
It turned into a complex stench that cannot be described in words.
Lin Mo fell silent.
This silence is not a perfunctory response.
It's not that I'm pretending to be aloof.
Rather, his brain simply couldn't find any suitable words to process the information at hand.
He looked at the mushroom, and the mushroom looked back at him.
The man and the mushroom stared at each other, and time stood still.
The comments section was filled with laughter, as if they were about to crash the server.
Hahahahahahahaha.
"A complete mushroom!"
"Fungal infection? No, it's fungal cultivation."
"You've misunderstood. This isn't athlete's foot; it's an agricultural experimental base."
"Mushroom Cultivation Center in Dormitory 308"
"With so many mycelia on his roommate's sheets, it's only a matter of time before mushrooms grow on them."
"What does this mean? It means that the ecosystem of this bed is very complete and can already carry out the highest level of decomposer activities."
"Biology class representative: Mushrooms are the fruiting bodies of fungi, which means that the mycelium in the mattress has already developed to a mature stage."
"From fungal infection to fungal cultivation, this dormitory is something else."
"These sheets don't need washing; you can use them directly for hot pot."
"Shut up, don't mention hot pot."
Lin Mo slowly turned her head to look at the male student, her expression as if she were confirming whether she was hallucinating.
He pointed at the mushroom, his voice unusually trembling slightly.
"This...is also your roommate's pet?"
The male student glanced down at the mushroom, his expression surprisingly calm, even somewhat matter-of-fact.
"Oh, this—he specially saved it to pick and eat in hot pot when he was about to graduate."
A deathly silence fell over the dormitory room.
Lin Mo's mouth was open.
The mask had slipped down quite a bit from the bridge of my nose.
He stared at the male student, his eyeballs seemingly covered in countless cracks that were spreading and expanding.
It was as if someone had taken a picture of me and then pressed the pause button.
He said this mushroom variety was particularly good.
The male student was completely unaware of the explosive nature of his words and was still earnestly explaining.
"What's it called again, oyster mushroom? He said it's an edible fungus anyway."
"He originally had three, and he said he'd wait until graduation to have hot pot. But two of them were accidentally rubbed off when he turned over, so now he only has this one left, and he's quite upset about it."
Lin Mo's composure completely crumbled at this moment.
He pulled his mask back up, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in the tone of a detective in an interrogation room speaking to a suspect.
"Your roommate found mushrooms growing on his mattress. Instead of throwing the mattress away or doing a thorough cleaning, he decided to—keep them alive and use them for hot pot after graduation?"
The male student nodded.
"Yes, he said it's called organic green food, free from pollution and harmful substances."
The comments section wasn't just flooded with messages; it was screaming on the verge of collapse.
"Does this livestream have a character that drives viewers crazy every time?"
"If you eat the mushrooms right here on this bed, they're considered organic food, and you'll actually get a ticket to the hospital through the fast track."
"Is it a public nuisance? Doesn't foot odor count as a public nuisance?"
"What do you mean by 'natural'? Fungi use the organic matter in foot sweat to reproduce; that's called recycling."
"His roommate has such a strong mentality that he can ignore mushrooms, mold, and even mountains of socks. That's a true master."
"This roommate is really tough, and that top bunkmate is really resilient."
"I hereby announce that this roommate's title has been upgraded from 'Biohazard Bodies' to 'Fungal Lord'."
"Fungal Lord, hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
"I'm speechless. One dorm room produced a Fungal Lord and a Resilient General, and two others ran away."
"Those two roommates who moved out early were scouts; they detected the danger beforehand."
Why didn't he apply to change dorm rooms?
Lin Mo finally pieced his shattered worldview back together.
His voice was tired, tinged with a deep-seated confusion.
"Don't your counselors know about this situation?"
The male student sighed.
Behind that helpless expression lies a numbness and indifference that can only be cultivated after countless psychological struggles.
"He applied, but no one wanted to live with him."
"At the beginning of freshman year, our dorm room was normally allocated to four people. But after the two moved out, the school arranged for three new students to transfer to the dorm, and each of them left within a week."
"There was one even more outrageous case. He slept through the first night, packed his bags and moved out early the next morning, saying he had an allergic reaction."
"Later, the counselor said that there were really too many people to accommodate, so they told us to stay here for the time being."
He paused, and his tone suddenly carried a hint of world-weariness.
"I also want to move, but the waiting list is too long. I'm already a junior, so I'll just hang in there for another year and graduate."
"Besides, it's more spacious for two people than for four, and I'm used to it, so I don't dwell on it anymore."
Lin Mo looked at him, her gaze shifting from shock to sympathy, and then to admiration.
Ultimately, it transformed into a heartfelt form of praise.
He reached out and patted the male student on the shoulder, speaking to him solemnly.
"Hey classmate, there's something I never thought I'd have to say, but I have to now—I sincerely and from the bottom of my heart say that you are absolutely terrifying."
"Your immune system has surpassed the scope of modern medicine's understanding."
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