“Heh heh, nice going there boss. Tang Yin’s mom seems to like you a lot!” Xiaobo commented. “Heh, one New Orleans recipe and you got her to like you!”
“Well, I thought it’d be nice if I improved the food here a bit, since you like it so much. I don’t find it particularly tasty as it is.” Lin Yi said as he sent a smack at the back of Xiaobo’s head. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Heh heh, nothing, nothing.” Xiaobo shook his head.
Lin Yi only smiled, shaking his head as well. The guy was probably thinking that he liked Tang Yin, didn’t he? Lin Yi decided not to explain himself anymore- he _did_ announce his ‘intentions’ to Tang Yin earlier, despite it all.
The twelfth graders were always a lot quieter during lunch compared to the tenth and eleventh graders.
Lin Yi and Xiaobo were standing at the end of the hallway, basking in the March sun coming through the window. It wasn’t too hot- it was actually a pleasant warmth the sun was sending them.
