There were several other female students who said that.
Mrs. Lu, who was seated beside Lu Jingye, took a peek at her son's expression.
There was not the slightest change in Lu Jingye's expression and he looked as calm as usual.
Mrs. Lu shook her head deep down: Dear son, just continue pretending. I'd like to see how long you can pretend.
Mrs. Lu, who had no sympathy for her son at all, had even deliberately added oil to the fire. "I wonder, if someone gave Little Zi flowers at this moment, I wonder what reaction she would have."
Only then did Lu Jingye tilt his head and glance at his mother. He shifted his gaze away shortly after and continued looking at the young lady on stage while feeling slightly annoyed.
He should have bought a bouquet of flowers earlier on.
Sure enough, someone walked towards the stage with a large bouquet of flowers in hand.
