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"Um," Wu Zhizhou pushed his glasses up, a cold glint in his eyes, mercilessly saying, "It's just a bit tacky, that's all."
"..."
Everyone exchanged glances.
So, the class president denied it because her "boyfriend wasn't presentable"?
It seemed...
A bit vain.
Meanwhile—
"Wu, you think I'm not classy?"
A voice tinged with mockery suddenly came from behind.
Upon hearing the disturbance, the group simultaneously turned to look.
But Chu Liangxia, recognizing the voice, almost didn't turn around and walk away.
Why was he here?
The speaker was none other than Feng Zichen, who had rushed over to "help his brother out."
He was casually dressed, his hands in his pockets, lazily standing there with a kind of idle arrogance.
But—
His innate elegance, tall figure, handsome and charming face, even those peach blossom eyes that dazzled...
Just standing there, he created a profound sense of disparity from the bottom of people's hearts.