Mu Chengxi stood at the side and watched the interaction between them. He walked to Wen Xin's side and grabbed her hand. He took out a wet towel from his pocket and opened it. He carefully wiped her hand that had pinched Zhao Yuyao's thigh. He said in a very gentle voice," Don't do it next time!"
Zhao Yuyao rubbed his bruised thigh. He looked up and saw Mu Chengxi wiping Wen Xin's hands. He muttered, "This is too much bullying!"
Wen Huai turned his head to look at Zhao Yuyao's faking death and smiled faintly. "Shouldn't you be used to it already?"
Everyone standing in front of the podium looked at the students of Class Twenty with envy. They also wanted to take a photo with Lapor, but they didn't have the face to come over and ask.
Yang Jingting walked over to Wen Xin and the rest and rubbed his hands awkwardly. "That… Wen Xin, the teachers in our office also want to take a photo with Master Lapor. Can you help put in a good word for them?"
