Zhu Xiaoyu was taken aback because she subconsciously thought that Chen Feng, choosing to attend school at this time, must be a wealthy kid killing time, who couldn't possibly understand ancient poetry.
Just as Zhu Xiaoyu was about to decline for Chen Feng, Chen Feng suddenly said, "Teacher, I think this student's suggestion is excellent."
"Huh?"
Zhu Xiaoyu was stunned again.
Did he pick a fight?
"Chen Feng, you're indeed domineering. I like it. Let me introduce myself. I'm the handsomest man in this class, Zhao Zixiao."
Young Zhao Zixiao said with a smile.
"Bah, so shameless."
"The most handsome, huh? He's not even half as handsome as Chen Feng."
"This guy wants to deliberately embarrass Chen Feng, right? He's always showing off his knowledge of ancient poetry."
"Exactly."
Some female students murmured softly.
The girl sitting next to Chen Feng also whispered to him, "He really does know a lot about ancient poetry; maybe you don't want… don't want to compete with him."
