In Gu Liancheng's understanding, Eleven was just unwilling to talk to him.
"Eleven," he called.
Eleven still kept her head down, ignoring him, and didn't answer him.
Gu Liancheng furrowed his eyebrows, squat down, and called once more: "Fang Eleven," her full name.
Usually, at this point, Eleven should obediently raise her head because she knew his principle: three strikes and you're out. He was about to call her for the third time.
"Fang Eleven!"
Eleven remained indifferent.
"..."
Very good, very good!
Fang Eleven has really grown defiant.
As Gu Liancheng was thinking about what to do next, Eleven slowly raised her head. Her tears had already been wiped on her sleeve, but her eyes were still as red as a rabbit's.
He couldn't be immune to her pitiful appearance.
Eleven VS Gu Liancheng -
Gu Liancheng: Defeated!
Principles and the like occasionally become like air, scattered in the wind, who cares about principles then?
