Lu Shouyue walked into the buffet restaurant, where Wang Bocheng and a few of his troublesome friends were already in attendance.
When they saw Lu Shouyue approaching, they immediately scanned him from head to toe with x-ray-like eyes.
Wang Bocheng grinned slyly and stepped forward, whispering, "How's it going? I arranged things pretty well, huh? Congrats on joining the men's squad."
Lu Shouyue laughed and cursed good-naturedly, feeling like he'd been stabbed in the heart.
"That's not right! Hair thick, back straight, full of energy, eyes clear yet foolish, Old Lu, this guy is still a virgin—"
A chubby guy shouted as he analyzed, only to have Lu Shouyue hook his neck fiercely, threatening through clenched teeth, "Old Ye, is your skin itching? Let's step out and practice a bit."
This is what you call 'trying to hide the truth by covering it.'
"No, no, no, Lu bro, Lu Shao, I was wrong, I didn't understand anything, spare me." The chubby guy quickly pleaded.
