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It wasn't until Shen Qinglan's figure completely disappeared that a few people who had been hiding behind the bushes rushed out.
"Sheng Yu, how did it go? Did Shen Xiaohua agree?" a tall and thin boy asked impatiently.
"Do you even need to ask? You could tell just by looking that she must have rejected him, didn't she, Sheng Yu?" said a slightly shorter boy.
There was also a third boy present, wearing a light blue checkered shirt, with a roguish smile on his face. "Our Yan, the great school prince, has to accept his loss."
Apparently, the three of them had accidentally seen Yan Shengyu chatting with Shen Qinglan that day, and upon returning to the dormitory, they bet on whether Yan Shengyu could invite Shen Qinglan to a weekend party. If he succeeded, they would clean the dorm for a month. If he failed, Yan Shengyu had to wash their socks for a week.
