"Ridiculous, I'm the most handsome in Linjiang, from eighty to eight, no woman can resist my charm."
After saying this, Huang Liwen smugly raised his eyebrows, confident to the point of narcissism.
"Stop being so full of yourself, it's useless. That perfect girl made it clear she's here for Ye Qingzhou. She specifically asked to transfer to our Class Seven, you don't stand a chance."
Nong Pengming's words were like a dagger, piercing through Huang Liwen's pride, making him howl in pain: "Damn it, could it be that Old Ye's flings have come knocking? Am I going to be an uncle? I'm not ready for that!"
"Get lost, you guy, stop reading those ridiculous romance novels."
Ye Qingzhou cast a disdainful glance at his deskmate, wondering what kind of indecent scenario this idiot was imagining again.
Then the homeroom teacher, Zhu Hanwen, walked into the classroom with Liang Yawen.
