Suddenly, the door to the dormitory was knocked open, and Yang Lu rushed in with excitement and indignation. He pointed at him before he could even breathe: "You, you, you, you..."
Jiang Huai stood up and pulled away his fingers and began to salute.
"Hey, brother," Yang Lu put on a flattering expression, "I want an autograph for you."
Jiang Huai looked back at him expressionlessly, "I can't afford to lose that person."
Yang Lu jumped up excitedly, "Do you know how many bellas the T-shirt she wore in the last friendly match with Ji Languo cost?"
"One hundred thousand?"
Yang Lu shook his head with an expression that looked like you were poor, and then put on an indignant face, "You're so lucky! If you don't let me touch you, I'll let you step on shit!"
"Shit luck? Are you saying that Colonel Lu Yaxi is shit?"
Yang Lu's eyes widened in an instant, and he almost fainted, "How dare you, you, hoo-you-" He closed his eyes deeply, "If I hadn't been able to defeat you, you would have died hundreds of times just because you dared to insult my goddess! I will trample you to death first, Hold your breath, use a 74KT three-edged knife to cut off your skin first, and then use the one just developed by the biochemical team..." Yang Lu walked out of the room smoothly with a stiff expression that was suppressing his anger, and he was still muttering about implementing his "sanctions."
Comrade Jiang Huai was happy.
It turns out that this scoundrel's point of anger lies here.