"You, you've talked already?" Xu Xiangyang stammered, "What's the outcome?"
"The outcome..." Noticing the boy's anxious expression, the class president's mischievous mind seemed to be stirred, "Guess?"
Xu Xiangyang thought for a moment and answered:
"It should be alright. Otherwise, you'd probably be more tormented than me."
"You're pretty smart," Zhu Qingyue sighed, "Then I won't say anything more."
After dropping that line, she prepared to turn around and leave with poise.
Xu Xiangyang looked at her retreating figure, feeling still unsettled.
"Is there anything else?"
Zhu Qingyue didn't turn around immediately. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, then smoothed out quickly.
When the girl turned to the side, she pinched the hem of her dress and lifted it slightly as if curtseying, her face slightly flushed, as radiant as peaches and plums.
"What else can I do so early in the morning? Of course, it's to take care of a physiological need."
"...Ah?"
