The customers at the back of the line were quite bored, so they started gossiping.
"Hey, did you guys see that? There's a young man over there doing frog jumps, and while he's jumping, he's shouting: 'I'm a piece of trash!'"
"Really? Is he a lunatic?"
"No, I guess it's just that he lost the game and is being punished!"
"What? Someone's doing frog jumps? Where? I need to go check it out!"
"When I was in college, I also saw other people doing frog jumps after losing a competition. I miss those days!"
......
It has to be said.
The Eight Trigrams represent the fourth instinct of humankind after eating, sleeping, and sex.
As long as there is discussion, there will be people listening intently, and the word will spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, until more and more people join in.
Through the way people talk about it, the topic might even change in the end.
"What? There are lots of frogs jumping around? Where are they? I'm going to catch some and cook them at home!"
"Frog jumping, brother? What frog jumping? I can't even understand what they're saying."
"......"
Soon, the food stall owners also learned about this.
A shift in perspective.
"Xiao Zhang, have you heard? Old Wang's kid has gone mad. He's jumping around that frog on the back hill, muttering, 'I'm a good-for-nothing!'"
An elderly woman with a full head of curly hair, who was at the forefront of fashion, stood in front of Aunt Zhang's stall.
"Really?"
"The kid you're talking about, is that Chef Xiao Wang who Lao Wang keeps praising, the one who came back from the big city?"
Aunt Zhang's eyes widened; she hadn't expected there to be a follow-up after she talked about that kid last time...
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