"Of course I do, but will you transfer?" Ye Zishu has been studying with Ye Li for years. She certainly wishes to have a companion, as it's easier to communicate with someone familiar. But the prerequisite is that he's willing to come.
"Don't look at me like that; whether you come or not is irrelevant to me. If you come, I'll have an old classmate; if not, I'll just meet new ones." Qin Jiale responded calmly to Ye Li, who was staring at her unblinkingly. Was he seeking her answer? It didn't really matter to her whether Ye Li transferred or not.
"You..." Ye Li had never met a girl so oblivious. Saying "transfer over"—is it that hard?
"Really, it's up to you; it's nothing to do with me." Qin Jiale thought Ye Li didn't believe her, so she reiterated her stance.
