Chapitre 328: Chapter 324: The Girls' Group, The Shui Bing'er Sisters Make Their Entrance, the Heroic Huo Wu!_1
Pair after pair of eyes stared intently at Luo Yu.
Whispers from the men around him came one after another.
"This guy really dares to speak up."
"I doubt he's living in a dream."
"Give it a rest, even in dreams I wouldn't dare dream of beauty like that, bagging all three goddesses of Tianshui Academy by himself? Even my dreams aren't that outrageous."
"What makes me so reserved in my dreams is because I know my place, but this guy seems to be losing touch with reality."
"Don't take him seriously, I reckon this dude is just shooting the breeze, and that's normal for men, long live understanding."
"Exactly! I also think he's just shooting the breeze, you can tell even with your eyes closed that this guy would probably stutter and not manage to say a word if he really met a goddess, let alone hit on her."
Someone asked, "Bro, how come you describe it so vividly?"
"That's because, when I meet a goddess, my calves shake and I can't speak."
"Hahaha, I knew you were talented, you're really frickin' honest."
The men burst into laughter, bantering back and forth, creating a lively scene.
Luo Yu shook his head helplessly, sighing softly.
Why is it that nobody ever believes the truth.
In fact, he had already tried to keep things less exaggerated.
But still, it drew countless doubts.
Little Fatty said with a comical face, "Big brother, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said is too unbelievable to happen."
"I'm afraid if you really get close to a goddess and say something out of line, you're asking for a beating."
A middle-aged man came up with good intentions, saying:
"Young man, it's fine to run our mouths in private, but when the Tianshui Battle Team arrives, we mustn't talk nonsense."
"They are like cold, aloof roses, beautiful but with thorns, we can't afford to offend them."
Luo Yu shook his head and didn't plan to explain further.
He simply replied with a sentence.
"Facts speak louder than words."
Little Fatty looked at Luo Yu's serene and unshakable confidence, and sighed repeatedly.
"I've realized that I underestimated you before."
"This isn't just simple bragging!"
"A man may sit in a wheelchair, but his spirit soars high enough to swallow the sky."
"Awesome, six six six, my big bro!!"
Luo Yu was amused and glared at this living treasure.
"Accuse me of bragging again and I'll thrash you!"
Little Fatty pouted, "Big bro, do you think if I don't say it, others won't know you're a bragger?"
"I'd confidently say, of everyone here today, none is pure at heart."
"Who agrees, who disagrees?"
As it turned out, only Luo Yu disagreed while the others readily admitted it.
They wore it as a badge of honor instead of a source of shame.
Luo Yu looked at the men around him who had come especially to see beautiful women, hooting and hollering excitedly. Although he understood their mindset, it felt somewhat out of place.
Their manner was different.
The crowd gradually pushed forward amidst the congestion.
The men around him had just been mocking Luo Yu for being a toad lusting after swan meat, but now they were all taking care of him more or less intentionally because of his mobility issues.
Little Fatty was pushing his wheelchair, others were clearing the way for him.
Luo Yu asked why they were specifically taking care of him.
In Little Fatty's words, that's because "We're all braggers, we're all one of us."
Joke as we might, curse as we might, when it comes down to it we still need to look out for one another.
Eventually, Luo Yu and the group of men around him finally squeezed into the martial arts field.
By that time, the arena was surrounded by layers of onlookers.
The noise of the crowd was deafening, the scene incredibly lively.
Thousands of spectators eagerly awaited the empty stage.
Anticipating the arrival of Tianshui Battle Team's beauties and Blazing Fire Battle Team.
Luo Yu was currently in the middle of the crowd of onlookers, and being seated, he couldn't even see the platform.
Little Fatty had squeezed his way next to the group of men, wearing a mischievous smile and discussing something, occasionally glancing in Luo Yu's direction during the conversation.
It left Luo Yu utterly confused.
Eventually, Little Fatty came back, looking at Luo Yu with a sly grin on his face.
"Brother, didn't you say you could get a date with the goddess for dinner today?"
Luo Yu gave him a sidelong glance, "You didn't believe me, did you?"
"Ahem, we just came up with a funny bet and want to place a wager with you now."
"Bet on what?" asked Luo Yu.
"If you dare to go up to Shui Bing'er and her sister and 'Ball Queen' Xue Wu at the same time, and say you want to ask them out for a meal just the three of you."
"Regardless of whether you get rejected or not, the guys here will count it as a win for you."
"What do you say, bet or not?"
Luo Yu frowned.
Little Fatty's mouth curved into a proud smile, "What's wrong, big brother? You're not getting cold feet, are you? Don't forget, you were all fired up just a moment ago."
"A man can't go soft so quickly."
Luo Yu shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"What I wanted to say is—"
"The thing you're betting on with me isn't even a challenge."
The men around heard this and were all astounded, Little Fatty's mouth agape.
"What the..."
"That's not a challenge?"
"I've seen arrogant people, but never someone this arrogant."
"Asking out three goddesses at once, not getting killed would be an accomplishment."
"Fine, it's a bet," Little Fatty confirmed the bet, eager to see how much longer Luo Yu could keep up the act.
He had just agreed with the gathering of men that Luo Yu would definitely back out in the end, guessing he wouldn't even have the courage to speak to the goddesses.
When men face women who overshadow them in every aspect, they actually feel a kind of pressure, a nervousness that makes it hard to breathe.
How can there be any talk of approaching them?
Luo Yu asked, "What's the wager?"
Without a second thought, Little Fatty said, "If you lose, we won't be too demanding."
"Just shout 'I am an old lecher' ten times at the top of your lungs in front of these tens of thousands of spectators."
After saying that, Fatty muttered to himself in a low voice.
"After all, it's obvious you're going to lose."
Luo Yu was noncommittal and raised an eyebrow, "What if I win? What will you guys do then?"
"You'll win?"
"Can you win?"
Little Fatty's expression was exaggerated, and the men around him clearly didn't believe it.
"If you win, we'll all call you 'Dad', or 'Grandpa' would work too!"
"Dozens of brothers shouting 'Dad' in front of so many people, that's quite a spectacle, huh?"
"Fine, it's a deal," said Luo Yu with a slight nod, uttering no more words.
"Psh," Little Fatty pursed his lips and lamented,
"I must say, brother, you really play this cool guy role well. Even if we all tried, we couldn't pull off the unfathomable self-assurance you have."
Luo Yu shook his head and chuckled inwardly.
Was that an act?
He was just confident.
"Boom!"
Suddenly the crowd burst into an uproar, electrifying the atmosphere as the place exploded into commotion.
Cheers soared to the skies.
The crowd split naturally, creating a long empty aisle.
A group of stunningly beautiful girls, a pop sensation, entered from the left side, wearing cerulean body-hugging mini skirts, one pristine leg bare, the other sheathed in a stocking, emanating innocence with an undercurrent of sexiness and heat.
On the right, there appeared a strikingly gorgeous girl with fiery red hair, dressed in red leather, her head held high as she led a mixed group of young men and women behind her...
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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