The dorm room fell silent for a moment before Huahua finally said, "Junze, don't listen to the fatso's nonsense—that 'perverted mask' TV show is really funny; I was just drawn in by the plot."
"Exactly," He Bishou said with a grin, "Especially the parts where the main character Cheng Kuangjie transforms—those pages have been flipped by Huahua until they're falling apart."
"Damn, that exaggerated?" Yan Junze was surprised, "Why only flip through those pages?"
"Think about it, muscle men!" He Bishou smiled mysteriously.
Yan Junze looked up at Huahua, "Huahua, you're acting a bit out of the norm today, why are you starting to speak up for the fatso? Did you also get something nice from Captain Wang?"
Flipping her not-too-long hair, Huahua slyly stuffed a stack of unopened face masks under the pillow and replied, "No, I'm just speaking the truth."
Later that evening, when everyone was in the dorm room, the security captain Wang Tao came to Room 411 again.