"The others aren't complaining about the hassle, so Zhu Bufan is naturally happy-go-lucky, let it be whatever it is, as long as you don't shortchange me a cent. Just as everything here is settled, a "sincerest" voice suddenly comes from outside the classroom door: "Little Fish, you're finally well, I've missed you to death, I was saying I'd visit your home, yet you've come back to school early!" This voice is definitely super high-decibel; the whole class heard it.
Everyone's gaze turned to Ouyang Feiyu, their eyes filled with sympathy.
A tall, strapping, sunshine-handsome guy walked into the classroom from outside, holding in his hand a bunch of bright red roses, and made a beeline straight for Ouyang Feiyu's seat. Zhu Bufan simply sized him up and immediately felt an intense sensation: This guy was just too sincere!
Of course, this was a kind of sincerity that had reached the peak of hypocrisy. It was indeed good enough to deceive.
