"Fuck, I'm about to be beaten to death!"
"Ahem."
One of the tall, purple-haired boys looked up and saw that it was Su Man. He quickly stood at attention and kicked the red-haired boy squatting next to him with his toes.
The red-haired man was in the middle of a fight and hit back with his elbow, "I'm kicking your grandmother."
Zi Tou kicked again.
"Oh, don't touch me, I was just about to..."
Red Hair stole a quick glance at her, then froze. He threw his phone aside and quickly stood up. "I was just about to practice dancing!"
He stood up, and the blond boy beside him also stood up, with his head hung down like a child who had been caught by the teacher.
Su Man looked at the red, yellow and purple in front of her, then turned back to look at Li Ye's blue-headed face, and slapped her forehead, thinking, what a sin!
Li Ye was the team leader. He was afraid that Su Man would get angry, so he stood in front of the other three.
"I'm sorry, Sister Man."
"Let's not talk about that for now. What's wrong with your heads?"
Li Ye touched his blue-dyed hair and said, "Ah? Isn't this what you asked us to dye, Sister Man?"
Red Hair, oh no, it was Shen Keke who took over and said, “Yes, Sister Man, you said this is that or something, Korean Wave, the audience also has a memory point.”
Su Man: “…”
Are you sure it's a memory point and not a thunder point...
Zheng Man is not leading the artists here, she is purely creating monsters.
Wen Zhengyang, the yellow-haired boy, looked left and right and whispered, "Sister Man, let's practice dancing now, don't be angry."
Su Man waved her hand and said, "Don't practice yet. Come with me to the barber shop first."
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