Jiang Yi furiously crumbled the sheet of paper into a ball and glared angrily at Qiao Qing's silhouette.
He truly felt like this woman was his nemesis. Every single time, she managed to anger him enough for him to lose his zen.
Luo Chen texted his older brother to ask him to buy him the herbs when he heard a question, "Why are you sitting here?"
Zhu Anan saw Luo Chen sitting as her desk mate and her face turned uncontrollably red.
These were young girls after all, who didn't like handsome boys from school who were both good looking and bad?
Luo Chen didn't even raise his head when he answered impatiently, "From now on, this is my seat."
Zhu Anan's face turned even redder. She responded with an "oh" and didn't ask for the reason. Then, she carefully sat down.
Her mind was blank. Nothing felt real.
Before long, the bell rang for the beginning of class.
It was time for Yang Lianfeng's class.
