Zhang Jiren snapped his head towards the source of the voice. He was shocked to see the same girl he'd been thinking about recently. As his eyes met the young empress's, he was stunned in his place upon realizing that she had heard him.
Eighteen year old Tang Moyu yawned behind her hand and crossed her legs as she sat alone at the bleachers, a book in her hand indicating that she was studying and slightly dozed off early in the morning.
"Tang Moyu…" Zhang Jiren muttered her name, gaining her attention.
"Oh, you know who I am?" The young empress blinked her sleepiness away.
The young man in front of her let out a low chuckle. Amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Who wouldn't have heard about the Student Council President yet?" He recovered easily from his shock and answered Tang Moyu.
Everyone in this school had known about Tang Moyu because not only was she a campus belle, but she also excelled in academics.
