Tang Xinrou's lips twitched awkwardly. "Ahem...first from the back."
"Oh..."
Song Yaoyao nodded her head. "In the next exam, I will come first"—she turned her head and looked at Tang Xinrou with her dark pupils—"Both our names will appear on the ranking list. I will be first, and you will be last."
Wow! How heartless!
Clearly, Song Yaoyao was just analyzing the situation and her voice was soft as usual; coupled with her serious expression, she looked dopily cute. But in Tang Xinrou's eyes, she was no longer an adorable angel. She was now a little devil with horns and a pitchfork.
"Huhuhu, Yaoyao, what are you trying to say?!" Tang Xinrou lay on Song Yaoyao's body. She had a domineering face, yet she acted like a delicate little woman.
Song Yaoyao stretched out her hand, patted Tang Xinrou on the head, and said temptingly, "If we're good friends, let's study together..."
Tang Xinrou: "..."