Ever since the news that Luo Feng was going to go on stage as the representative of the students spread, some of the third year boys seemed to have received some kind of encouragement and would appear at the entrance of Class 1 from time to time.
"Ai Tingya, I like you. Be my girlfriend!"
"I don't like you, thank you."
"I'll always be good to you. I'll do everything you say and will go anywhere you ask me to go!"
"Then please go back to your class."
"You are my goddess, my Destiny!"
"Please go back and study!"
Every day, a few groups of boys came to confess to Ai Tingya. The threshold of Class 1 was about to be trampled. No matter how good Ai Tingya's temper was, she could not stand it and hid out after class.
At night, at the orphanage.
Ai Tingya lay on the bed, exhausted, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
