Seeing her calm and composed expression, the class president felt like sighing again.
What an annoying smile, she thought, does that mean the other person is fully confident?
Invisible threads landed on the long-haired girl hovering outside the window high in the sky, like a fish biting down on a hook; what followed was the effort to reel in the line and fish out the prey—
However, when that seemingly divine fishing line suddenly tensed and pulled hard, the tall and slender figure remained immovable as ever.
Zhu Qingyue's little finger curled and uncurled several times, but it was still ineffective.
Even the rod of a god couldn't fish out a Demon King from hell.
"So you've resorted to a sneak attack,"
Lin Xingjie spat with feigned contempt.
"You really are shameless."
"But it didn't work, now did it..."
Zhu Qingyue said this without a blush or a skipped heartbeat.
