Lin Li naturally went over to stand by Chen Yu Ying.
She was cleaning the glass.
"Class President, how can you clean the glass like that?" Lin Li asked as he approached.
"Then how should I clean it?" Chen Yu Ying paused her work and looked back at Lin Li.
"Here, let me show you." Lin Li reached out his hand.
Chen Yu Ying handed the cloth to Lin Li.
Then.
Lin Li: "Ladies, now follow me, and raise your right hand in front~"
Chen Yu Ying: "?"
Lin Li put his feet together as if walking like a cat, with dreamy eyes, stuck out his tongue, placed a "lanhua finger" on his chest with one hand, held the cloth over his head with the other hand, and began to wiggle his neck and hips:
"Wipe the glass~ Wiping glass~ Wipe, wipe, wipe the glass~"
Faced with Lin Li's antics, Chen Yu Ying kept a small, stern face in silence.
But Ding Sihan on the podium was about to burst with laughter.
"Lin Li, what kind of glass wiping is that?"
Lin Li ignored her, lost in his own art.
