"My God…" Rui Xiong covered his face. He could not stand the sight. It was one thing for Zhuo Siqing to paint a naked female body, but he was a man, for crying out loud! Even his private parts were painted with extreme attention to detail…
Even Lu Sheng could not bring himself to look at the painting. He turned his face away.
Ai Lin was the only one left. Her face flushed red and her neck felt hot. Her hand was already reaching for the sturdy wooden chair beside her. The chair would find itself on Zhuo Siqing's head any second now.
The inevitable confrontation erupted. Ai Lin was intent on giving Zhuo Siqing death by chair smash, but was rigorously held back by Rui Xiong.
Lu Sheng was speechless.
In truth, these so-called competitions were but little games for him.
Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he learned that though there were certain parts of the event he could benefit from, it was still a general waste of his time.
