At this moment, Zhao Rong felt exceptionally awkward. The lecherous grins of the men staring at him made the situation unbearable.
So, Zhao Rong quickened his pace and said to the three beauties beside him, "Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, let's hurry to the sports field and leave this chaotic place. All these men staring at me is making me sick…"
Upon hearing this, the three women burst into laughter. "Brother Zhao Rong, look! It's not just men leering at you. Someone's actually coming over to ask for your phone number."
Startled, Zhao Rong looked around and asked, "Who wants my number?"
Before he could finish speaking, a man nicknamed Weasel and his three lackeys approached, grinning lecherously.
Seeing the school's number one lecher approaching, Lili quickly reminded Zhao Rong, "Brother Zhao Rong, don't you dare say a word. If your male identity gets exposed, you won't be able to play for the women's soccer team."
