Suddenly turning his head, Big Bennett saw a tall, voluptuous, long-haired beauty around twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in a black business suit that made her look like a textbook office lady. Countless images of women flashed through his mind, and Charles Bennett asked uncertainly, “Bao～～～Lucy Baker?”

Lucy Baker, reminiscent of that beautiful female employee at the start of Shaolin Soccer, exaggeratedly swayed her shapely hips as she walked over, sat down across from Charles Bennett, and exclaimed in surprise and delight, “Ha, you brat, you’re still alive?”

“I haven’t even dated you yet, of course I’m not dead.” Charles Bennett spoke quite ‘bluntly’.

Lucy Baker, Charles Bennett, Jack Steele, and Ryan Clark were all classmates in high school, and she was the class beauty as well as Charles Bennett’s deskmate. Back then, she had a playful nickname—she didn’t “cover” anything, she was just Lucy Baker. The reason was that she loved wearing ultra-short skirts and moved around a lot, often revealing things she shouldn’t, which made Charles Bennett and the others’ blood boil for quite some time.

In those still somewhat innocent days, the lively and passionate Lucy Baker got along well with the mischievous Charles Bennett and his friends. Unfortunately, there was no physical relationship; otherwise, you could say they were very close… At that time, their relationship had already reached the point where the girl was interested but the boy was indifferent, because Charles Bennett, Ryan Clark, and the others were all about brotherhood and insisted on not “eating the grass by the nest.” As a result, just before graduation, Lucy Baker was won over by a guy from the next class who was good at basketball… Over the years, whenever Charles Bennett and Ryan Clark thought of Lucy Baker, they regretted it so much it made their guts ache.

“You animal, you’re still so shameless.” Lucy Baker pouted coquettishly, her seductive look clearly a mix of resistance and invitation, and said softly, “Heartless guy, how come you haven’t contacted me at all these years?”

Charles Bennett: “I wanted to, but your family moved a few years ago, and I didn’t have your number. I thought after you’d made a few rounds in the country’s top city, famed as the ‘Oriental Pearl Pig’, you’d forgotten all about us poor brothers.”

Lucy Baker gave a slightly bitter smile, looked at Charles Bennett’s baseball cap and sunglasses, and asked curiously, “So what have you been up to all these years? Judging by your getup, you’re not hiding from debt collectors, are you?”

“Shh～～～” Charles Bennett put his finger to his lips in a hush gesture and whispered, “Bro, I’m a cop, working a case. Have you heard of the biggest dogtail flower prostitution ring in C City? Our department has been tailing those bastards for months, and we’re about to close the net in the next couple of days!”

Lucy Baker’s expression turned serious. After a few seconds of silence, she asked, “Really? You, a cop? Weren’t you the one who hated the police the most?”

“What are you saying? Do I look like someone who’d lie?” Officer Bennett sighed, “Ah, times change. When I was a kid, I was scared of horror movies, but now I watch them all the time.”

“Show me your badge.” Lucy Baker seemed very interested in Charles Bennett’s police identity.

“You don’t get it. Us plainclothes guys can’t just carry our badges around. To put it bluntly, I’m undercover—if I get caught by the underworld, I absolutely can’t admit I’m a cop… I’m only telling you this because you’re an old classmate, so don’t let a word slip.” Charles Bennett lied smoothly, not blushing or skipping a beat.

After staring at Charles Bennett for a few seconds, Lucy Baker suddenly threw a French fry at his face and laughed, “Yeah right! Seriously, after all these years you still haven’t kicked that habit of bullshitting everyone you meet.”

“Ah, how did you see through me?” Charles Bennett was startled, then shamelessly asked for advice.

“I was just testing you, and you really slipped up, hahaha～～～” Lucy Baker laughed triumphantly, then looked at Charles Bennett seriously, “Every time you lie, you get super serious. Remember back in school, you’d always have one eye on the novel on your desk and the other on the blackboard? That look—I still remember it perfectly, haha.”

Suddenly, Charles Bennett felt a pang in his heart. For some reason, everything Lucy Baker described flashed vividly through his mind. Thinking back, as his deskmate, Lucy Baker had actually helped him out a lot—like watching out for the teacher when he napped during self-study, helping him copy homework, or finding out about the hobbies of pretty girls in the next class… Who makes a moment feel like forever, who makes the future feel like the past? Charles Bennett was ambushed by memories of his youth, and felt a little out of sorts.

Shaking his head, Charles Bennett slapped the table. “Damn, you know me that well! Damn it, are you trying to force me to marry you?”

“Marry me? Sure, as long as you support me!” Lucy Baker smiled, and no one could tell if she was serious or not.

Charles Bennett nodded eagerly, “No problem at all—two steamed buns for breakfast, a pack of instant noodles for lunch, and pickled veggies with porridge for dinner. When we get rich, we’ll have meat once a month. How’s that sound?”

Lucy Baker’s expression was calm: “I suggest you raise a sow instead.”