章 133: The grieving man and the mysterious grave

"Sangyun, what is the teacher saying?" Richard leaned closer to Bei Sangyun and whispered, deliberately lowering his voice to a husky tone. Typically, girls would blush when he spoke to them this way.

Bei Sangyun edged closer to Fei Chuan's side, goosebumps appearing on her arm. She ignored Richard, acting as if she hadn't heard his question. Ever since this guy had taken the seat beside her, he'd been trying to initiate a conversation.

He inquired about every little thing the teacher said at the front and what their classmates talked about. At first, Bei Sangyun responded briefly. After all, she can't outright be hostile to him, at least not yet.

However, her abrupt replies seemed to give Richard false hope, fueling his enthusiasm to talk to her even more. It reached the point where he spoke every minute, annoying not only Bei Sangyun but also Fei Chuan.