"Can you shut your mouth!?"
Lin Zhouyang liked Ye Ci, but he never said it out loud though almost everyone knew it.
Unlike Ding Xi, in his opinion, Ye Ci was perfect in every way, and since he liked her, he should not hold her back. He knew what a third-year high-schooler should focus on. Therefore, after some serious thought, he decided to sit further away.
Lin Zhouyang covered Ren Qian's mouth and pinned him down with an elbow strike.
"I, Brother Lin, grace you with my presence. Know your place and be grateful, you jerk!"
Ren Qian reached out to a pen and paper on the table and scribbled something.
Lin Zhouyang moved closer to see what Ren Qian was writing. "What are you—"
A few big words were scrawled on the paper: 'I'd rather die!'
Lin Zhouyang widened his eyes.
