Luke chuckled and said, "I'm not here to inspect the female students. I'm here to inspect the male students, like the one standing outside the back window of the female bathroom."
Selina was even more shocked: "You just let him watch there?"
Luke shrugged, "He just got here. I didn't have time to stop him."
Selina looked disdainful: "If I stop you, there's no reason for me to stay here, right?"
Luke chuckled and shook his head: "I called his instructor."
Selina was suspicious: "Really?"
Luke pouted: "Look, his instructor is here."
Diagonally below the two men, at a corner of the building, Instructor Harry slowly approached a man leaning against the railing, picked up the stick in his hand and tapped him on the shoulder.
The man turned around and saw Harry, his face suddenly blank.
Instructor Harry reached out, took the drink bottle from him, and stared at him with dead eyes.
The man turned and left silently, giving up the best viewing spot.
Instructor Harry stared at the guy as he walked away, wiped the mouth of the drink bottle with his sleeve, took a sip, then turned around leisurely, leaned on the railing where the man had just leaned, and looked down.
"Ah~~~" A woman's sharp cry came from the room on the ground floor not far from the railing.
Instructor Harry was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he twisted around in a daze.
As a result, another series of women screamed: "There is someone outside the bathroom!"
"There's an old lady peeking through the back window!"
"Go find the instructor!"
Harry's vest was sweating. He threw the drink bottle in his hand away and walked away quickly, pretending to be calm.
After taking a few steps, he changed from walking to running, sprinting away and disappearing on the path.
Selina's eyes widened: "He actually peeped into the female bathroom. Is this guy... also an instructor?"
Luke sighed. "Yes, he is the bootlicker instructor Thaddeus Harry that I mentioned. He is in charge of Claire's class."
Selina was speechless for a moment: "He is even more shameless than the student just now."
Luke shrugged. "You're just a flatterer. What's the point of having a face?"
He took out two lollipops from his bag and gave one to her.
Gold Nugget whimpered twice, and Luke could only stuff the lollipop in his hand into its mouth and take out another one for himself.
Selina ate a lollipop and said vaguely, "Are we not leaving yet?"
Luke lazily leaned against a tree, eating a lollipop. "Claire is still getting ready. It will take at least ten minutes. We can still continue to observe the students here."
Selina looked at the direction where he was sticking out his lips, squinted her eyes and looked at him for a moment, the corners of her mouth twitching: "So, you are actually more shameless than those two just now, right? You actually stared at the girls' dormitory."
Luke chuckled, put his arm around her shoulders, raised his hand and pointed: "Look over there, contestant number one on my list."
Selina's eyes moved to a window of a building more than 20 meters away. After a moment, she widened her eyes in shock: "Then, is it a man?"
Luke sipped his lollipop slowly. "On the first day of school, the four girlfriends of this No. 1 contestant sent him here together. Well, these two female students are not his four girlfriends."
"holyshxt!" Selena couldn't help but swear.
Luke looked at a man in a room whose wig and bathrobe had just been taken off by two female students, and said with a smile, "George Martin is the best at hooking up with women. He claims to be a mixed-race, but his Spanish accent is obviously fake."
Selena could only admire.
This speed of picking up girls can definitely be used to deal with many women when used in handling cases.
Skilled eloquence is a profound art.
She became interested, shifted her eyes to the right, and exclaimed, "This girl seems pretty good, with such a figure and muscles, must she exercise regularly?"
Luke looked at the fit woman in white underwear, exercising with dumbbells, and shook his head: "Debbie Callahan, also Claire's instructor."
Selina immediately lost interest and turned her head to look at the ground floor of another building next door, where was the passage outside the male students' bathroom.
Several people were laughing and joking there. One of them was a black man holding a razor, and there were bursts of electric saw sounds.
Selina listened for a moment and said, "This sound came from this person's mouth?"
Luke: "Contestant number eight, Ravel Jones, is a master of ventriloquism. He can imitate all kinds of sounds, from animals to machines, from men to women."
Selina smacked her lips and said, "Why would he be a police officer? Wouldn't it be better for him to be a talk show host or something?"
Luke shrugged: "We didn't become fighters either."
A man walked into the passage with a frustrated look on his face. Selina laughed: "Who is this guy?"
This is the person who was just chased away by Instructor Harry at the back window of the women's bathroom.
Luke: "Carey Mahoney, contestant number five. He is bold, thick-skinned, and smart, and is the most suitable person to be a detective."
Shamelessness is a very important attribute for a detective. A thin-skinned and conservative person cannot be a good Los Angeles detective.
Several people were greeting Mahoney, and it was obvious that he had good interpersonal relationships among the male students.
There was only one guy standing there with his legs shoulder-width apart, huffing and puffing, a bit like the preparation before performing hard qigong.
A fat man came over and was stopped by this man: "Barbara, come on, hit me!"
Fatty Barbara widened her eyes: "What?"
But the man continued: "Yes, hit me hard."
Barbara was surprised: "Really?"
This person: "That's right, come on! Do it now."
Barbara waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I can't..."
This person: "I asked you to hit..."
Barbara was at a loss, and subconsciously raised her hand and swung it out.
"pia~"
The room was quiet.
Barbara smiled shyly: "How is it? Is this all right?"
The man slowly turned his face to the side, looking lost: "Yeah, that's it, very good."
Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Selina finally laughed out loud: "Oh my God! This is the first time I've heard someone make such a request, hahahaha! Hit me? Hahahaha! Is his face swollen?"
Luke smiled and shook his head. "Eugene Tigerberry, Alternative Number Six. A military enthusiast, a gun enthusiast. He wanted to do the abdominal resistance trick, but he didn't let the fat guy hit him in the face."
But looking at the male students laughing in the corridor, he also laughed: "Of course, he didn't say that slapping in the face is not allowed."
At this time, Claire called.
Luke picked up the phone, hummed twice, and called Selina: "Let's go, little monkey is ready, let's go pick her up and her classmates."
The two drove to the front, arrived in front of another female dormitory, and picked up Claire and her four female classmates.
Claire took two classmates and got into Selina's car, while Luke picked up two other classmates.
The two female students got on the bus. One of them looked at Luke and was stunned: "You..."