Lin Li thought that asking someone for a ton of "dude juice" just an hour after meeting them wasn't exactly polite behavior.
Is a ton even a unit of measurement for dude juice? Zhu Ning was just being unabashed.
Upon hearing the request, Lin Li couldn't even muster up any anger, he just offered a resigned smile and asked gently, looking at Zhu Ning: "Miss Zhu, may I ask, what exactly do you take me for?"
Zhu Ning: "A lifesaver, of course."
Lin Li: "..."
He couldn't see it.
"Miss Zhu, do you understand what a ton means? Asking me for a ton of dude juice is like asking me to die." Lin Li explained with a hint of helplessness.
In theory, a man can only produce a few milliliters at a time. The amount seen in anime essentially doesn't exist in reality. Based on the usual frequencies without excess or lack, the total produced in a lifetime might only weigh a few dozen kilograms.
A ton... Zhu Ning didn't need to be so roundabout if she wanted him dead.
