Neither Old Lin nor Xie Xiao reached out to accept the wedding invitation.
The class study committee member, a girl with a particularly good temperament, smiled and said, "You two just arrived, why don't you have a seat..."
Zhou Mianmian also whispered, "Yan Shi, let's go sit down."
Yan Shi, however, did not move but merely kept up the gesture of offering the wedding invitation.
Gloom was written all over his face.
He suddenly let out a sneer, "Does the teacher disdain it? Well, that figures. I'm poor in studies, after all. If Xie Xiao were here today, you'd probably have taken it with a big smile, wouldn't you?"
Old Lin's face wasn't looking too good, and he finally spoke up, "It's not about your grades. You're all still too young at this age..."
Before he could finish, Yan Shi cut him off impatiently, his tone scornful, "That's enough, Lin Dong, I'm already being magnanimous by still calling you a teacher!"
