"Catfishing?" Ling Xuejiu said, "What do you mean?"
Li Mengjie said, "She probably has her eye on Leng Xuan."
Ling Xuejiu almost fainted. This girl was really becoming more and more speechless, spouting such earth-shattering, ghost-gods weeping statements. If anyone said that Luo Shuixi might fall for Leng Xuan, she'd never believe it, not even if she were beaten to death!
Li Mengjie laughed, "Come on, I'm just kidding. But I do think it's odd for Luo Shuixi to inquire about Leng Xuan. She's none other than the great classical beauty of our school, so why would she bother asking about a country bumpkin?"
Ling Xuejiu didn't want to let Li Mengjie know about what had happened at the school gate the day before, so she simply said, "Don't worry about it so much."
"..."
Class 3-7 of senior year!
The first class in the afternoon was art, but the art teacher had some emergency and couldn't come, so the class monitor notified everyone to work on their own creative painting.
