Zhao Rong let out a long sigh of relief, leaned close to his assistant's ear, and whispered, "Damn it. My guess was right. These 'ladies' are all men in disguise..."
His assistant stared at the men in dresses, his face contorting with rage. "Zhao Rong, I can't stand men who dress up like women. Why don't we just beat them up right here and get it out of our system?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong shook his head. "Easy there," he said cautiously. "Let's not act rashly until we figure out what's going on."
The assistant racked his brains, but he was completely stumped. "Zhao Rong, I just don't get it. Why would these guys dress up like women to get into a women's college?"
Zhao Rong was just as confused. "If they wanted to get in, they could have done it like us, entering openly as men. I can't figure out why they'd go through the trouble of wearing women's clothes and makeup to disguise themselves."
