"Right… that's right… right right… what… he… he… said was… right!"
The delicate-looking bodyguard stuttered and nodded continuously. "I… I… I wish to… fight… fight… fight for the… post of… team… team leader… this time…"
"Damn… he said he wants to fight for the position of team leader. This has always been his goal and dream; he hopes Miss Wanwan can take him as a disciple and help him fulfill his wish!" An impatient onlooker helped him finish his sentence in one breath.
"Right… right… that's right… he… he… he's right!" The stutterer nodded non-stop. "Miss… Wan… Wanwan… please…"
Cold sweat started forming on Ye Wanwan's forehead. "Wait wait wait wait… you guys want me to take you on as disciples? Do all of you have some weird misunderstanding about me?"
Everyone, including Eleven and the bodyguard who stuttered, shook their heads in unison.
Not at all, alright?
