The first match of the second round had officially begun. Frank, with his flamboyant green hair, slumped in his chair feeling particularly discouraged. He couldn't understand why he was left with the impression of being a "p*****t" when he hadn't developed a good relationship with Z.
It was John who went in, why was he blamed for it?
Seven, who was sitting beside him, brushed his purple hair to the side and whispered, "Boss, what do you think Z looks like? I have a feeling she's a beauty!"
Frank absentmindedly replied, "How should I know?"
"You're still too young, Seven. Let me tell you, anyone who doesn't show their face is automatically considered unattractive," Chen analyzed, "In general, those who have good figures have very average looks. God is fair, you know?"
"But I think Z ha
