Actually, he didn't always squat to urinate. It was after he accidentally saw Fang Rong squatting to use the toilet that he discovered a new world and started imitating her squatting to urinate.
It's alright here since it's a squat toilet, but imagine him sitting on the toilet at school, holding his little penis, and then peeing a stream, making a splashing sound on the floor—that would give me a headache.
"Why are you so stubborn?" Fang Rong remembered what Meng Xiuyuan had said: like begets like, and a mouse's son knows how to dig a hole. Fang Hua would instinctively learn his behavior. At first, he didn't think much of it, but he didn't expect it to be true.
This is actually based on evidence. Just like how we unconsciously like to imitate our favorite idols, people we admire, and family members we trust, Fang Rong unfortunately fits all three criteria.
Fang Hua has never admired anyone in his life, nor has he had any favorite idols or trusted family members. If he has any, it's only Fang Rong.
So he unconsciously began to imitate Fang Rong's behavior, even if it wasn't right or just some old habit.
"Don't follow my example in the future." Fang Rong thought for a moment and decided to give him someone to imitate. "Look at Meng Xiuyuan. He's a general at such a young age. You should also try to learn from him."
There's definitely something wrong here. Although Meng Xiuyuan looks young, he's actually already in his thirties, about thirty years older than Fang Hua, old enough to be his father.
"Oh." Fang Rong never contradicted him; whatever he said went.
Fang Rong nodded in satisfaction, "Come over here and give me a back rub."
Because they couldn't touch each other's backs, they often rubbed each other's backs. Usually, Fang Hua would wash first, and then he would wash.
There's nothing we can do; Fang Hua has absolutely no self-awareness. He's usually a very proactive person, but he immediately becomes listless when it comes to taking a shower.
However, he always obediently stands under the showerhead and lets it spray water on him. Occasionally, if water gets into his eyes, he will rub them. His long eyelashes are covered with water vapor, making him look hazy and unexpectedly cute.
Fang Hua brought over a bath scrubber and stood behind him to scrub him. Men are indeed made from mud; even without doing anything, they were still covered in sweat and mud.
"Put some effort into it."
"Mmm." He rubbed harder, Fang Rong had her back to him, her hands braced against the wall, her back long and slender, water droplets flowing down her waist...
Fang Hua involuntarily reached out to touch the spot where the water droplets were concentrated, and was slapped as soon as his hand touched it.
"What are you doing, touching me like that? Behave yourself."
"Oh." He looked away and continued rubbing his back.
The water was splashing loudly. Fang Rong tilted her head, enjoying the back scrubbing while urging him to hurry up, and only told him to stop when it was almost over.
"Okay, go wash your underwear now."
Fang Hua nodded, because he was forced to take a shower every day, and his underwear had changed from two pairs to one pair a day.
To be honest, Fang Rong is also an oddball among men. He takes a shower once a day, changes his underwear once a day, and never leaves clothes overnight.
Most men would go ten days or half a month without showering, and half a year without washing their clothes; they're incredibly lazy.
Perhaps because he had washed Fang Rong's underwear last time, Fang Hua was particularly conscientious this time and washed his as well.
The two men's underwear were different. Fang Hua usually liked to cut a hole in his underwear so that his tail could be let out. In fact, he hated wearing pants and underwear the most, so he thought skirts were very convenient. He could lift up his skirt and do whatever he wanted.
But he's a man, so everyone who sees him wearing a skirt immediately starts yelling at him—the instructors and the teachers alike. After all, his personal information device identifies him as a superhuman, making him unmistakably male.
Because he rarely transforms, except when he was forced to at the beginning, he has basically never transformed since. He also hasn't encountered any opponents, so most people only know that he is a superhuman, and very few people know that he is also a mutant.
He's a bit of a repressed person; he won't tell you unless you ask him, and if you do ask, he'll think about it and then tell you.
Of course, it depends on the person. If Fang Rong asks, I'll tell him his penis size.
This perfectly illustrates the saying, "What's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours."
Actually, he quite liked Fang Rong's care for him, using his things, and spending his money. It felt like he was supporting Fang Rong, which was very satisfying.
After washing his underwear, he also washed the clothes he had changed out of that day, including Fang Rong's. Fang Rong was still washing his hair. He liked the cool feeling of washing his hair after a shower, but he thought it was better not to wash his hair too often, or he would get a skin disease.
So Fang Hua basically washes his hair every two days, while he washes his hair every day. Every time he washes his hair, Fang Hua can find something else to do, such as washing clothes or hanging up his underwear.
The hangers were all brought in advance, and no one rushed them today, so they can take their time.
After finishing everything, I rushed out, only to realize at the door that I had forgotten my keys.
o（゜ロ゜）o
"Didn't I tell you to get the keys? Where are they?" The two looked completely bewildered.
I feel a bit embarrassed wearing only my underwear.
"o（⊙﹏⊙）o" Still confused.
"Never mind, you keep an eye out for anyone coming. If anyone does, cover their mouth with a towel. I'll use my superpower to see if I can open the door." His superpower allows him to control things, so it should be possible, but he needs to familiarize himself with the underlying principles.
Because the door lock looked simple on the outside but was actually quite complicated on the inside, he spent several minutes trying to figure it out but couldn't, and he was sweating profusely with anxiety.
The worst part was that the door next door suddenly opened, and the same little girl from last time came out.
Seeing the two acting suspiciously and not wearing clothes, I couldn't help but stare at them a few times.
"Quick, cover yourself with a towel." Luckily, I always carry a bath towel with me when I shower, so it's easy to cover both of them. "Idiot, cover me up too."
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