"Yang Wenjing, what's wrong with you?"
"What's the relationship between you and the class president of Class Five?"
She got straight to the point.
"Good friends."
At least for now, that was still the case.
"Of course, I know you're friends." The girl with braided pigtails spun her pen rapidly in her hand, staring unblinkingly at him with a somewhat serious expression, "I also know she's on good terms with Xing Jie—despite not being in the same class, they're always together, making me somewhat jealous."
"That might be because you came late."
Xu Xiangyang said half-jokingly.
It was well known that the class president had set her sights on Lin Xingjie early on. She felt a kinship with Lin Xingjie, a sense of empathy that had been there even before Xu Xiangyang transferred to their school.
