Wu Haomin was feeling quite resentful; he couldn't fathom why he couldn't stop farting, though his stomach felt perfectly fine. It was bizarre, and today was a day of intense embarrassment. The best course of action was to leave as soon as possible.
Everyone watched Wu Haomin's embarrassing retreat. When had the usually imposing President Wu ever been so humiliated?
After Wu Haomin left, the foul stench in the air finally dissipated after a while. Everyone finally lowered the hands covering their noses and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling utterly relieved.
It was supposed to be Luo Chao making a hasty exit, but instead, it was Wu Haomin. This was something no one had anticipated, making everyone feel that there was something strangely eerie about the basketball court tonight. Otherwise, why would Wu Haomin keep passing gas non-stop?
And no one suspected Luo Chao, the poor second generation, at all.
