"Such a beauty, bro could you check my chances?"
"None."
"Someday I'm going to rip that damn mouth of yours."
...
"No matter how fancy her dress, she's still a vase, good for nothing."
Compared to the admiration of the boys, the discussions among the girls were mostly scornful. Some of them even started to feel that the views of the boys in their class had been skewed by looks. A girl sitting in the middle snorted disdainfully from time to time, like a deflating balloon, then tossed her hair and elbowed Lin Yan sitting next to her, "Isn't Yu Ting always sticking to you? How come she doesn't even look at you now?"
"Exactly, exactly."
As the saying goes, where there are women, there are dramas; soon, a few girls around started the discussion.
Lin Yan, who was carefully dressed for the first day of school but received no attention, was green in the face with anger, her hands tightly clenched beneath the table.
"I don't know."
