"Hey, are you Lu Ping'an? So young? Well, I look forward to your guidance. I'm Yan Beixin from Team Eleven, I'm older than you. You can call me Big Yan from now on."
Just stepped into the Special Service Team office, he had not even had time to sit down and take a sip of tea.
A young man with multi-colored hair came striding forward with an unrecognizable gait and "greeted" Lu Ping'an.
The disdain in his words, the irritation on his face were not at all concealed, and across the large office, a few titters conveniently arose.
Lu Ping'an squinted his eyes and with a quick glance, he roughly understood the situation.
"A rebellion so soon..."
He didn't even lift his head to look at Yan Beixin standing in front of him; he just glanced sideways at the other members of Team Eleven.
Most of the team's members were present, some sipping tea, some cracking sunflower seeds. All eyes were on them, but no one intervened.
