A few days after the art festival ended, the class was still talking about the attractive boys and girls on display, such as Qianqian's deskmate, Li Qi.
"Do you think I should go give that cute guy a love lunchbox or something?" Li Qi rested her chin on her hands as she gazed at Luo Qianqian, her face wearing an expectant, sorrowful expression—perhaps this could be called a radiant sorrow?
Luo Qianqian's mouth twitched, "You don't even know his name beyond the fact that he's in our grade, what are you thinking? Delivering food? Are you going to tell his classmate, 'Please give this to the violin cutie'?"
Li Qi's eyes lit up, "Can I really do that?"
"I was being sarcastic, can't you tell?" Luo Qianqian quickly grabbed Li Qi, afraid she might actually do something foolish, "Besides, what would you send? We all eat at school during lunchtime, what can you even cook? And aren't you afraid the teachers will find out?"
