Teacher?
Student?
Could it be the principal?
Oh my, that's big news.
Luke snorted, "It's none of your business, you should worry about your own grades."
Luke was about to leave but was stopped by the little chubby guy, "Hey, big bro."
"What's up?"
"If, and I'm just saying if, you invite Maggie to watch the NBA game, do you think she would go?"
"I'm busy as hell, why would I invite her to a game?"
"For example, if I also go that night, maybe we could have a good chat."
"I don't want to get involved in you kids' romances, spare me, little brother, I'm begging you."
"This could affect my happiness for the rest of my life—are you going to just stand by and watch, my dear brother?"
"Are you sure it's for the rest of your life, and not just the rest of your body?" Luke waved his hand and left.
The little chubby guy shouted, "It's you who likes the Lakers' girl, not me."
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