She looked at the male student in front of her, and it wasn't that she was conceited or too proud, but Dongfang Ling's memory had always been poor, and she had long forgotten his name.
The male student nodded, then said, "I know my family isn't your equal, but I also know this is my only chance. If I don't speak now, I might never get another chance. I hope you'll consider me."
Dongfang Ling could tell he did have genuine feelings for her, and moreover, he was brave enough to face the scorn of others and keep pressing forward; she admired that about him.
"Thank you for liking me, but I don't feel that way about you, so I'm sorry," she said.
Her rejection seemed to be what everyone had expected, and they all started sneering at the male student.
Growing desperate, he said, "Dongfang Ling, I know you don't like me now, but we could give it a try. What if we're a great match?"
Once again, everyone jeered.
But Dongfang Ling shook her head, "I'm truly sorry, I don't want to try."
