As the camera approached closer and closer, Wu Bin tactically leaned back and asked:
"Brother Chen, why did you get into the water with the camera? Aren’t you afraid it might get wet?"
Chen Feng’s face was expressionless as he continued to move forward.
"No, Brother Chen, your lens is almost hitting my face."
"Don’t come any closer, I’m getting angry!"
"Hey, are you doing this on purpose?"
The lens indeed smacked right onto Wu Bin’s face.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent.
Two late-arriving members of the production team hurried over to pull Chen Feng away.
"Old Chen, don’t be , old Chen!"
"You can’t bring emotions into work, you’re a professional photographer!"
"Someone, come here, quickly take old Chen up!"
Seeing that Chen Feng’s face remained expressionless even as he was dragged away, Wu Bin finally realized something was wrong.
"Sister Bingbing, what’s wrong with Brother Chen?"
He Bingbing sighed and said:
"Isn’t it because of that time you went jogging and hiking, you pressured him into this state."
Wu Bin’s eyes widened.
"Don’t talk nonsense, when did I pressure him?"
He Bingbing gave Wu Bin a resentful glance.
"To keep up with filming you, the production team exhausted three photographers and had one editor go insane."
"As soon as Brother Chen got out of the car he was out of breath, he couldn’t last a few minutes holding the camera, so everyone teased him as ’Second Man’."
"Since then, Brother Chen has become less talkative, as if he’s got some mental problems."
"Do you know what Brother Chen’s favorite phrase to say now is?"
Wu Bin shook his head.
He Bingbing placed her index finger on her lips, imitating Chen Feng’s tone.
"Talk less, conserve energy."
"Wait a minute, why does that sound so familiar?" Wu Bin asked, puzzled.
He Bingbing’s eyes blinked suggestively.
"Of course it’s familiar because you said it to him on the train."
"He didn’t take it seriously at the time, but as a result, he was out of breath as soon as he got off."
"Now that’s his catchphrase."
Not just Wu Bin, but even bystanders like Song Bing felt a chill listening to this.
"Old Wu, just keep sinning! You’ve raised a psychopathic killer!"
"That might be an exaggeration, I feel like Wu Ge has cultivated a psychopathic photographer instead."
"Exactly, who shoots a close-up by smashing the camera into someone’s face? That person must have been pushed to the brink of madness by Wu Ge."
"Wu Ge, truly your light banter is silently breaking the defense!"
Wu Bin himself hadn’t expected that a casual remark of his would cause such harm to Chen Feng.
This was not his intention!
A strong sense of crisis surged from the bottom of Wu Bin’s heart.
At this rate, he feared the number of people wanting to assassinate him would only increase.
Just as Wu Bin was wondering whether he should sneak some gear from the security office, the second-year female students in the distance began diving and swimming.
Song Bing and his two companions’ eyes immediately lit up.
"Damn it! Look, look! Mermaids are going to sleep!"
"Wuhu! Check out that girl in the floral swimsuit, those long legs are amazing!"
"What’s so great about legs, look at the one with the pink ribbon on her waist, she looks so gentle!"
The three of them got more excited as they discussed.
Seeing that Wu Bin had no reaction, Song Bing even nudged him excitedly with his elbow.
"Old Wu, you say something too, don’t stand around like a log."
Wu Bin cursed inwardly.
With hundreds of thousands of fans watching, can I act like you guys, with tongues almost hanging out?
Don’t I care about my image?
Wu Bin smiled indifferently.
"What’s there to look at? They are nothing but red-faced skeletons."
Your roommates are in sync with you, and you’re playing mind games with your roommates, huh!
He Bingbing also chimed in quietly, her face flushed.
"Exactly, university students should do something meaningful. Coming to the pool to watch girls swim is pathetic."
The trio of Song Bing were struck again.
Seriously, big sister, we didn’t invite you here!
And now you’re giving a critique, huh!
"Alright, alright, you’re so high and mighty. You’re so great."
"Since you’re not watching, then go back. We’ll soak a bit longer."
Wu Bin said earnestly, "Look at what you’re saying. How can I leave my roommate alone and go back by myself?"
"No worries, although I’m not fond of watching these things, for your sake, I can stay a bit longer."
No sooner had Wu Bin finished speaking than a dozen men with sturdy builds, wearing swim trunks and goggles, walked out from the men’s changing room.
As soon as these men appeared, they immediately excited the girls from Class 2 with their coquettish cries.
Wu Bin furrowed his brow, somewhat displeased.
Is there someone who dares to make an entrance handsomer than me?
"Old Song, what’s the story with these guys?"
Song Bing curled his lip.
"They’re from our university’s swimming team, recruited as sports students. They train in this swimming hall every day."
"But they have their own pool. Why on earth do they need to come to ours?"
Xue Gui snorted coldly on the side: "Isn’t it obvious? They’re here to watch the beauties too."
Liang Ren pushed his goggles, but they wouldn’t budge, so he gave up.
He added, "They’re not just here to watch; it’s more like they’re here to pick up beauties."
Liang Ren noticed that after he spoke, nobody responded to him.
Was what he said incorrect?
The voice of Song Bing came from behind him on the right.
"Old Liang, maybe you should get out of the water and put on your glasses. You’re practically blind with those swim goggles on; we’re behind you."
Liang Ren let out an "oh" and adjusted his direction.
The three of them facepalmed.
"You’ve got it wrong; we’re on your right side."
"It’s over, not only is your eyesight bad, but your hearing is off too."
Everything was just as Liang Ren had analyzed.
After this group from the university swimming team arrived, they started showing off various stunts in the pool and would occasionally make accidental physical contact with the female underclassmen.
The female coach leading the team, Zeng Jing, was very displeased with the actions of these boys.
"University swimming team, who allowed you to come here? Go to your own venue!"
No sooner had Zeng Jing finished speaking than a middle-aged man with a well-built body, sporting six-pack abs, walked over from a distance.
"I’m sorry, Teacher Zeng. Our pool is undergoing sterilization, so we have to share the class time here."
The man had a black whistle hanging around his neck, was wearing beach shorts and flip-flops.
He bore a striking resemblance to Taraic, the Gem Knight, from League of Legends when he smiled.
"Who is this guy? He seems pretty smug."
Hearing Wu Bin’s question, Song Bing spoke with disdain.
"He’s the head coach of the university swimming team, Ding Xin, studied abroad."
"I heard he once competed in the Olympics, an excellent swimmer."
"It’s said he’s collecting the beauties among our school’s teachers, and Teacher Zeng is his first conquest."
Wu Bin let out an "Oh," indicating he understood.
"So, it’s a toad lusting after a swan."
Song Bing was taken aback.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Ugly on the outside, plays dirty on the inside."