"Oy, look at my memory," Wang Hao smacked his forehead hard, "Forgot, forgot, my bad, my bad. Don't rush, wait a minute..." As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, entered the author backend, and then handed it to Lu Yu, "Lu Yu, take a look, everything correct?"
Lu Yu glanced at it and almost crawled under the table in embarrassment.
All the classmates who had been mocking Wang Hao earlier now looked green.
That smack really stung a bit.
"Actually, this is kind of awkward," Wang Hao picked up his wine glass and said, "You see, I was really staying low-key today, honestly wasn't trying to show off. I didn't even butt in when you mentioned the book because I was afraid you'd lose face. But now that we know, we should have a drink, shouldn't we? We're not just classmates, we're practically in the same trade, wouldn't you say?"
Lu Yu, with a face full of cold sweat, shakily lifted his wine glass and said, "Ha... Brother Hao, you see I..."