Shen Mochen looked down at the photo on the school wall, not sure who snapped it, but it was pretty good.
Catherine, with her twin ponytails and age-reducing dungarees, looked at the boy beside her with a rare smile at the corner of her mouth. The boy was handsome and compelling, lying somewhere between melancholy and brightness, like a gentle ray of sunlight through the trees, tragically beautiful—who wouldn't say they were a match made in heaven?
Goddamn, that's even more infuriating! The boys thought to themselves. If this person was at our school, even Zhao Yuji would be overshadowed!
"He's quite cute, huh…" Liu Bo murmured resentfully, turning around to whisper.
"Who's cute?" Shen Mochen didn't even look up.
"Of course, the class leader in dungarees!"
"I think she'd look cuter in just a white lingerie set."
"You motherf-…" Liu Bo's face turned green, "Have you seen her?"
