The bearded man pondered Shen Mo for a bit before slowly raising himself to a seated position. He rummaged through his tangled brown curls and muttered:
"I can't tell what you're on about... I am lying here, just wanting to wait until everyone else becomes weary before going onto the stage. Anyway, if I go up there now, I'm just handing out points to others..."
His voice was low, yet robust and powerful, with a sharp hint of alcohol odor.
That smell made Su Man screw up her face in displeasure. Of course, there was also the virtually unendurable body odor emanating from him as if he hadn't bathed for months.
