"What are you staring at?" Gu Zhihan sensed a gaze fixed intently on him and turned to see the girl beside him almost drooling.
His lips twitched involuntarily.
Luo Mengmeng naively said, "Because you're handsome!"
Gu Zhihan poked her forehead, "Show some restraint, didn't you hear the bell for class just ring?"
"What class is it now?" Luo Mengmeng suddenly snapped out of her daze and began frantically digging in her desk for her book.
"Math class."
"Ah, my least favorite class again!"
The girl immediately slumped face down on her desk in sheer dejection.
Hearing her little complaints, Gu Zhihan couldn't help but laugh softly.
The next day, city officials were coming for an inspection, so the morning self-study was cancelled and substituted with a big cleanup.
The homeroom teacher assigned Zhao Tingting, the assistant class president, to organize the cleanup crew.
