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About that, Hu Zirui was already displeased from the moment they met.
Just a newbie, hadn't chipped in a single penny, came to mooch off the team, yet upon meeting, didn't even greet anyone, didn't call anyone "brother," as if everyone else was invisible, just busy sticking his hands in his pockets and showing off.
This was not Li Qingming's intention at all, he had actually tried very hard to appear unremarkable, and it was to feign shyness that he avoided looking at anyone, and to pretend to be timid that he kept silent, he even placed his hand shallower in his pocket than usual, very modestly showing a thumb outside, to convince others that he wasn't clutching the hilt of a knife in there, thus displaying his harmlessness.
However, what baffled Li Qingming was that, just as he had his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders to join the team, that guy named Hu Zirui slapped a hand on his shoulder and grunted coldly, "Acting so tough, kid, which turf are you from?"
