Quan Jinbei really didn't want to be alone with him, so he stepped back.
Any normal person should be able to discern his attitude from this.
Alas, Shang Minghao...
Was not a normal person.
Even having realized that Quan Jinbei was unwilling to interact with him, he shamelessly moved closer.
"Instructor Quan."
Shang Minghao's face was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Quan Jinbei glared at him, barely stopping short of writing "Don't touch me" across his face.
Shang Minghao took his shamelessness to the extreme, talking to himself, "Instructor Quan, I do wonder if I have the honor to invite you for a cup of tea."
Quan Jinbei: "No."
A crisp and direct refusal.
Shang Minghao hadn't expected him to leave no room for maneuver.
But he quickly adjusted himself, adopting a regretful stance: "What a pity, then."
Quan Jinbei wouldn't ask what he found regrettable. His gaze was searching amid the running students for Shi Yaoguang's figure.
