Luo Mingyu's nickname had been coined by Li Sifan. He had used it since they were little, and it gradually spread until everyone in Beijing's elite circles knew it.
Whenever their families held a banquet, everyone behaved perfectly in front of the adults. But once the younger crowd met in private, it was all "Dog Luo, Dog Luo."
Luo Mingyu had lost his temper over it several times, but it had done no good.
There was simply no shutting those rich brats up.
And the angrier he got, the more gleefully they shouted it.
They were like a pack of dogs with their tails in the air!
In the end, left with no other choice, Luo Mingyu could only accept it.
As the rich brats grew up, the nickname gradually faded into history.
But hearing it again today, Luo Mingyu looked as though long-dead memories had risen to attack him. He stood frozen, his mouth hanging open in shock.
Seeing this, Wei Mingqi teased, "Wow, Si Fan, that deskmate of yours really delivers. He remembers something from that long ago?!"
"Dog Luo? Dog Luo? Huh-come to think of it, that does sound familiar!"
He glanced toward Luo Mingyu, looking every bit like a gossip-hungry spectator enjoying the show.
Li Sifan lost it and craned his neck to shout, "Quit talking bullshit! Who told you my first love was Dog Luo?!"
"You did!" His deskmate kept spilling the beans. "You talked in your sleep during class. Something like, 'Dog Luo, I love you! Even if you're a man, I still love you!'"
Li Sifan: "..."
[I can't, I can't! I'm going to laugh until I puke. Does his deskmate have a terminal illness or something? Is he revealing the truth before he dies?!]
[Hey, don't curse him like that! He can't