The seamless transition spoke louder than words, hinting at an underlying dynamic that Mo Chen wasn't privy to.
Bai Wenling couldn't help but suppress a chuckle as she caught Xie irong's subtle yet effective signal.
She gestured toward the vacant spot with a nod, a hint of embarrassnt in her eyes. "It seems you've been assigned a new seat," she remarked, her tone light.
Mo Chen blinked, his surprise evident as he tried to process the unexpected shift.
With an awkward yet good-natured smile, he complied, moving to the indicated spot near the girls.
His earlier confidence seed to waver in the face of this sudden change.
As he settled into his new seat, Mo Chen's composure took a hit.
The presence of so many beautiful won seed to create an almost suffocating pressure, causing his brain to montarily freeze.
The room lapsed into an awkward silence, the tension palpable. Mo Chen found himself at a loss, unsure of how to navigate the unfamiliar territory he had unwittingly stepped into.
Unlike Zhang Wei, he lacked the innate ability to gauge which won could be approached directly and which required a more cautious approach.
Xie irong's actions left Mo Chen feeling slightly humiliated, yet he didn't raise his voice out.
Bai Wenling's brow furrowed in mild surprise, her eyes darting back and forth between Xie irong and Mo Chen.
Unable to contain her amusent, she let out a soft chuckle, her affectionate tone breaking the montary tension. "Xie irong, you really don't have to be so dramatic," she remarked, helplessly.
Xie irong's lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile.
Her orchid-like eyes held Mo Chen's gaze for a fleeting mont before she turned her attention elsewhere.
Her gaze swept over Mo Chen, then swiftly moved towards Bai Wenling, her words holding an unexpected twist. "I never expected you to be interested in this kind of n," she comnted with a faint smile.
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Her statent hung in the air, causing a ripple of surprise and disbelief among the others, especially Bai Wenling.
Bai Wenling's lips twitched with a mixture of astonishnt and mild embarrassnt.
She lightly nudged Xie irong, urging her to be more cautious with her words.
However, Mo Chen coughed, unable to ignore their words.
He looked between the two with a mixture of surprise and a hint of curiosity, his expression a mix of emotions, wondering if Bai Wenling really liked him.
The sa goes for Zhang Wei, and rest of the crowd, all eyes focused on Bai Wenling, to examine her reaction.
Girls love gossip, and among this group, Xie irong seed to be most interested into it.
However, to everyone's disappointtn,?Bai Wenling chose to brush off Xie irong's remark, treating it as a light-hearted joke.
The conversation in the room gradually resud, the atmosphere relaxing.
Despite the initial awkwardness, Mo Chen found himself drawn to steal glances at Xie irong. Her aura of mystery and the graceful way she carried herself had captivated him in a way he hadn't anticipated.
However, the humiliation she had subjected him to served as a valuable lesson – approaching her required more than just confidence; it demanded a carefully planned approach.
As the conversation continued to flow, it eventually shifted towards Song Shoushan, prompting her to share about the unique "School Flower" ranking system at Minghui No.1 High School, situated in the north district.
She explained that this ranking was determined by a combination of factors including wealth, beauty, and personal characteristics.
Every month, the list would change as per the evaluations of the students.
However, the top three positions had remained unchanged for the past three years.
The coveted first place was held by Wang Xiaoying, the daughter of the prestigious Wang family.
Song Shoushan's own na occupied the second spot, a fact she ntioned with a mix of pride and reluctance.
And lastly, the third position was taken by Mo Yunxi. Song Shoushan noted that Mo Yunxi could have possibly claid the top spot if not for her more modest background.
While Song Shoushan shared this information, the others listened with evident interest.
For her part, discussing the ranking system was a bit frustrating for Song Shoushan, as it highlighted the superficial aspects of popularity and constantly annoyed her.
In the midst of their conversation, a sudden realization seed to dawn upon Song Shoushan. Her eyes lit up as she posed a question to Mo Chen, "Wait a minute... Your surna is Mo, isn't it? Are you Mo Yunxi's brother?"
Mo Chen felt the weight of the eyes on him, a mild embarrassnt coloring his face as he nodded in response.
He had assud that Song Shoushan was already aware of him due to his sister's presence, but it seed his previous low profile had kept him unnoticed.
A spark of excitent lit up Song Shoushan's eyes as she clapped her hands together, her guess proving correct
But before she could delve deeper into their connection, her expression shifted to one of complexity. "Wait a second," she interjected, her gaze moving towards Xie irong and Xiong i. "Both of you are from Xiangyun Art School, right?" she questioned, her tone a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Xie irong and Xiong i exchanged a aningful glance before nodding in unison.
Song Shoushan's eyes widened in realization. "Isn't that the sa school where those recent incidents of killings have been happening?" she asked, her voice falling into a hushed tone as a heavy atmosphere settled over the room.
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Zhang Wei's mind raced with curiosity as he glanced at Xie irong, his thoughts veering into speculation. 'Could she be the killer?' he wondered, his mind analyzing the situation.
However, Xie irong's gaze t his, her expression conveying confusion. She tilted her head slightly, clearly unaware of his thoughts.
Shaking his head subtly, Zhang Wei dismissed the notion. He believed that the probability of the killer being male was higher, considering that all the victims were high school girls.
Xiong i chid in, providing further insight. "Yes, the school has been closed for the past few days due to the incidents," she confird, shedding light on the situation.
Song Shoushan's curiosity seed insatiable, firing off question after question to the duo from Xiangyun Art School.
Her inquiries ranged from the eerie—how it felt to live in proximity to a serial killer—to the more factual, such as the number of victims and the general atmosphere surrounding the incidents.
Xiong i answered the questions with a mix of awkwardness and sincerity, while Xie irong's response was marked by a faint sigh, indicating her weariness of the conversation's direction.
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