"roll."
Zhao Xun said, "I didn't go to the previous club activities."
"Faking illness?"
"No, it's just that I thought I was sick, but I'm not actually sick."
"In layman's terms, what you're doing is faking illness."
That's why I say you're so vulgar.
Why not go?
"Do I need a reason not to participate in club activities?"
"Too."
Lu Yibei jumped off the bed: "Should I say you're better or sick?"
"Say I'm dead." Zhao Xun said calmly, "So much trouble."
"OK."
Lu Yibei said, "I informed her to come to the banquet."
Then, after two quick taps, she laughed again: "Oh no, it's her boyfriend's birthday, he can't come—"
“...Do you believe I’ll beat you up?” Zhao Xun asked.
"I really don't believe it," Lu Yibei said.
Even if Zhao Xun didn't believe it, he himself didn't believe he could beat him; it was just a matter of talking.
Liu Jie, on his deathbed, suddenly sat up in shock:
"Sun'er, just because you called me 'Dad' once..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Xun naturally responded with an "Eh," asking, "Why would I call you 'your father'?"
It got snatched away.
Liu Jie pretended not to hear and continued speaking to himself:
"...I'll teach you a trick."
Hao Zhangwen looked up: "Oh? You have a plan too?"
"Sun'er, from now on, wear women's clothes and follow Lao Bei around. Doesn't he have a girlfriend now? I guarantee she'll be jealous—even if she isn't, outsiders will think he's a two-timing scumbag, and he'll be ruined—Hey Sun'er, what are you doing??"
"I'll kill you first!!"
"Baa-ge-ge—"
Zhao Xun dared not touch Lu Yibei, but he was willing to fight against Brother Jie, who was as thin as a bamboo pole!
Lu Yibei smiled as he looked at the two of them, then turned to Fatty Hao:
Want to play ball?
"Play ball? What ball game?" Fatty Hao said.
Lu Yibei stretched his limbs and then went out alone.
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