"Get lost, I'm not in the mood." Lu Jun sprawled on the desk listlessly, a look of impatience on his face.
Sheng Fei frowned, and touched his forehead, "No fever, that's odd!"
Usually, when it came to fighting, the young man was always the most excited and charged ahead, especially when the opponent was that traitor Lin Hua.
Lu Jun stood up irritably, kicked the leg of the table forcefully, grabbed his backpack with one hand, and left without looking back, "You guys have fun!"
The underlings looked at each other in confusion, "Boss Fei, what's up with Boss?"
Sheng Fei touched his chin, his expression enigmatic, "Maybe it's... that time of the month for him."
Do men also have 'that time of the month'?
The naive underlings scratched their heads, "So, what do we do now?"
"Follow me, we're going to get Brother Jun's face back." Sheng Fei pulled out his trusty beating stick from the drawer and strutted out.
At the school gates.
