Qiao Ying and Yuan Zhihu are both sophomores.
After a year of rubbing shoulders at Wuda, she considered herself well-acquainted with shameless scoundrels.
But.
She never expected.
Today, Baiyu once again lowered the bar for the term "despicable and shameless."
She had never seen someone so brazenly shameless!
Just a second ago, he was holding a gun to someone's head.
Just ten seconds ago, he smashed someone's head with that weird notebook.
How could he now fall so shamelessly?
This seamless acting, not just in her year at college, but her entire life, she had never encountered.
She had never seen.
Meichuan Lingzi certainly hadn't seen.
That master... well, despite living decades longer, hadn't seen either.
Baiyu's acting was simply too exaggerated.
The only thought among the three as Baiyu fell was, doesn't he feel even a little embarrassed? No sense of shame?
Of course.
At this moment, the most agitated of them all was Yuan Zhihu, half-kneeling on the ground.
