Qiao Ran was seated diagonally behind Lin Wu.
As long as he looked up,
he could see Lin Wu's profile every time during class.
Her skin was very pale.
From his angle, he could even see the tiny pores.
But Zhang Xianxian was different.
Zhang Xianxian wore a brightening foundation, vibrant lipstick, and fake eyelashes that were even more exaggerated than the length of a fork.
Actually, Zhang Xianxian had always been like this.
At that time, Zhang Xianxian seemed absolutely flawless in Qiao Ran's eyes.
But somehow, from some point on, Qiao Ran even started to think that such a Zhang Xianxian couldn't compare to the bare-faced Lin Wu.
At this thought, Qiao Ran slapped his own head hard, trying to clear his mind.
Why was he thinking of Lin Wu at this time?
Even if Lin Wu was good-looking, she wasn't one ten-thousandth as good as Zhang Xianxian.
Seeing Qiao Ran hit his own head, Zhang Xianxian immediately asked with concern, "Brother Qiao Ran, what's wrong?"