"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Since the boy had entered Senior Year Class Two, he gently tapped the basketball, his tall frame standing straight like an iron tower. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up, wearing a mocking smile that seemed both lazy and arrogant.
In an instant, almost all the girls in Senior Year Class Two, except for Ling Xuejiu, had their eyes fixed on the boy. Some girls made heart-eyed faces and cooed, "Wow, he's so handsome!"
"It's him, Gao Jun."
"No wonder he's one of Tenglong's three heartthrobs, so cool!"
"Oh my god, how come Gao Jun is in our class? Oh, damn it, I wouldn't have come to school without makeup on if I'd known."
Some girls quickly took out mirrors, combs, and compact powders from their desk drawers and hurriedly started to apply makeup and arrange their hair.
Calmly, the boy spoke up, emphasizing each word rhythmically. "Who... is Leng Xuan?"
