"Hahahahaha! I'm dying, hahahaha!"
In the dorm, Wang Dachui had barely entered with his suitcase when he let out a burst of unrestrained laughter.
"Wild Child, tell your dad who gave you that middle-part haircut. I'm dying! So you have a day like this too, Wild Child! If Senior Sister Su had seen you looking like this the first time she met you, would she still have liked you?"
"Shut up."
Already in a bad mood, Luo Ye was completely pushed over the edge by Wang Dachui's mockery.
He stood up, ready to have a battle between real men with Wang Dachui, scaring Wang Dachui into taking two steps back.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Luo Ye. He had just never seen Luo Ye get angry before.
"Are you really mad, Wild Child?"
"No."
"Really not mad?"
"Not mad."
Men would never admit to being angry in front of their brothers. It would make their brothers think they were petty.
"Since you're not mad, I'll give you my treasured suspender pants that I've kept for years. Coach, where's your basketball? This is a rare opportunity. Hurry and give it to Wild Child—I want pictures."
Having received a definite answer, Wang Dachui was completely at ease and resumed teasing him.
Luo Ye's mouth twitched.
Still, he changed into the suspender pants. After all, he was curious whether he would resemble that old acquaintance in them.
After changing, Luo Ye picked up the basketball and struck several signature poses for Wang Dachui to photograph.
Generally speaking, unless a guy was narcissistic, he would not take photos of himself.
But some situations were exceptions, such as this one.
No man could refuse an outfit consisting of a middle part and suspender pants.
Wang Dachui took several photos, and Luo Ye hurried