"Huh?"
"They're quite far apart in age. How did they even end up together?"
"He's handsome, has charisma, dresses well—if it were you, wouldn't you be moved?"
"Hmm... That handsome? Forget second-tier universities, I'd even go for a vocational school guy!"
The girls could empathize with Chen Xinyu, but many of the boys furrowed their brows in disapproval.
The soon-to-be campus queen of Nanzhong University actually chose someone from a second-tier university? What's up with her taste?
Going for looks alone? That's way too superficial.
They felt like their goddess image of her had been shattered, and their glances toward Chen Xinyu carried a hint of disdain.
No wonder it's been so long since school started, and only now she's brought her boyfriend around—she probably also felt he wasn't someone to proudly show off.
In that moment, their thoughts aligned with Zhao Fei's, silently chanting the slogan in their hearts: "Knife in hand, slay the second-tier dog."
