Zhou Yunyun sat in what used to be Li Zhiyuan's seat, surrounded by a noisy and chaotic environment, where everyone's voices were drowned out and concealed.
The female class president mustered up her courage and whispered into Tan Wenbin's ear:
"Tan Wenbin, I like you."
Tan Wenbin heard it, and his first reaction was to pretend he hadn't heard.
But then he thought it wouldn't be right, so he turned his head to look at Zhou Yunyun. The girl was not shy and didn't back away, quite forthright.
Tan Wenbin instinctively wanted to mischievously hook his finger under the class president's chin, and mimic the tone of a young master:
"Come on, babe, give daddy a smile."
But in the end, the boy merely extended an arm and gently patted the class president on the back in a half-embrace.
Many nearby students saw this scene, but no one jeered, because it was too clean, clean like a premature good-bye among classmates.
"Let's do our best to get into a good university together!"
