"Flirt with you, my foot!"
Lan Yuqin glared at him and said irritably, "You little punk, just when I start to have a slightly better impression of you, you have to go and ruin it with your jerkish behavior. Are you allergic to being decent or something?"
Chen Nan put on an innocent face, "And as a teacher, would it kill you to speak more civilly?"
"You!"
Lan Yuqin was at a loss for words—not because she lacked manners, but because she just couldn't help but curse whenever she saw Chen Nan; the guy was truly a jerk. "By the way, didn't you leave earlier? Why are you still behind me?"
"You want to know?"
"No shit, Sherlock! Why else would I ask you?" Lan Yuqin replied blandly.
Chen Nan flashed her a brilliant smile, then turned and walked away. As he did so, he said in a tone that was infuriatingly smug and nonchalant, "You're too nasty. I can't be bothered with you."
