Luo Xi shoveled all the fried rice from his plate into his mouth, gulping it down in a few big bites. Under the stunned gazes of the girls, he didn't answer any of their questions; instead, he chose to take to his heels and bolt.
Why did he feel like he was getting increasingly skilled at making a run for it...
Damn it, Luo Xi was really pissed off right now. Those two sons of guns from the dorm next door actually 'teamed up' with the dorm supervisor Auntie to pull a fast one on him.
Old Sun and Old Zhou, those two guys, were somewhat understandable—one was busy pounding the keyboard, exchanging 'pleasantries' with his teammates about each other's families, and the other was pretending to be dead, lying there until he was dizzy. But why didn't the dorm supervisor Auntie have any reaction at all?
My dear Auntie, you saw something you normally couldn't see. Could you at least give me a look of surprise?
