"Huh?" Jiang Nian looked up.
"Don't you like watching?" Li Qingrong asked.
He was still sitting on the little flower bed, his gaze directed at the white short skirt. Seeing those legs, he suddenly felt a bit dazed and started pondering over the "chill" hidden in the class monitor's words.
Generally, this kind of sarcasm means... moving will get you killed.
It's... the sound of the emperor's engine.
"I..." Jiang Nian broke into a cold sweat on his back, gulped, and said, "I'm done watching."
Damn, emotional intelligence crashed.
Why do I always get stuck at critical moments?
"Oh." Li Qingrong glanced at him, nodded, and left.
Jiang Nian sighed in relief, almost scared numb. He stood up, stretched a bit, and squinted into the distance. The leadership speech was almost over.
The host was wearing a red dress, speaking in an announcer's tone similar to the Spring Festival Gala host while giving a speech.
It was time to do the formation walk.
