When class was over, a few classmates gathered around Jian Xi, bombarding her with questions, "Jian Xi, what are you preparing to perform tomorrow?"
"What can you even do? It's not solving math problems, is it?"
"Hehe, maybe a spontaneous English or French show, that could be possible, right?"
"How can those be considered talents? Look at Qiao Jiaying, she's performing the cello. The cello, for goodness' sake, so classy and grand!"
"..."
A bunch of jerks kicking someone when they're down!
Jian Xi couldn't be bothered with them and started reading a comic book she took out of her backpack.
Loh Minxian walked over with his long strides: "What she performs is none of your business. Bunch of busybodies!"
What's it like to get scolded by the handsome school hunk? The boys sheepishly returned to their seats while the girls' eyes reddened.
