It seemed the two were naturally at odds; every time they met, nothing good happened.
"Don't bother, class president. You'd better take care of yourself with that time."
She glanced meaningfully at a small pimple on the other's chin.
The other's expression instantly stiffened, and the next moment, her hand was shielding her chin.
"You won't be so lucky this time in the final exam!"
Tang Shu shrugged her shoulders, "I'm looking forward to the class president's performance."
How can the defeated speak of bravery?
Zhao Haixue read this meaning in her eyes and immediately got angry again, but thinking she had been too heated up these days, she forcibly reigned in her temper.
She huffed coldly at the three and left with a condescending look.
"Damn, is she like a dogged plaster or something? Shushu, it's not that she looks down on you, she's obviously smitten with you!"
Cheng Ranran was silent until, quite shockingly, she spoke up.