C79 A middle-aged man like a fat pig

When I heard the conversation going on in the room, I was so angry that my teeth itched. I gritted my teeth and knocked on the door. After I knocked on the door, the male student said unhappily, "Who is it? What's the matter with chicken feathers tonight?"

That said, the door opened, and I was answered by a bald, middle-aged man in a baggy nightgown, his flip-flops covered by his fat feet, who