Xie Cheng muttered, "This girl, why does she even join the crowd?"
He didn’t have ti to speak when Bo Yan exited the official blog, then opened Yuran’s contacts and sent a ssage.
"Aren’t you worried that I’m the one who got a fracture? Then you’re not helping, you’re actually an accomplice! Do you want to take care of that badly?"
Xie Cheng: "..."
Really, I can’t watch this anymore.
Yuran almost instantly replied: "Brother Qi, are you... lying? Should I delete it? No, no, if I delete it, it’s hard to explain. What if you really fractured sothing but pretended you’re fine?"
Bo Yan: "..."
Xie Cheng chuckled, glancing sideways at Bo Yan’s face, noticing that Bo Yan wasn’t angry at all. Instead, there was a cryptic smile on his lips.
Xie Cheng: "..."
Like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai—each willing to take their part, Xie Cheng fully understood the true essence at that mont.
Bo Yan continued to bury his head sending ssages to Yuran, but Xie Cheng dared not look at the content anymore.
...
While still in class, Yuran, for the first ti distracted by sothing beside her, saw the smiley face Bo Yan sent followed by a sentence.
"[Smiley Face]If you take care of , I’d be more than happy."
Yuran [Brother Qi, do you think you might have paranoid delusion? How about I take you to the hospital to check?]
Although jokingly, when Yuran replied, a faint smile appeared on her lips. Qi Nian, who had sneaked into their class, blurted out, "Yuran, are you trying to seduce my uncle?"
Yuran hit send, then turned to look at Qi Nian, "Why are you everywhere? These days, you sneak into our class and because you can’t answer the questions, even the professor rembers you, why do you still co?"
Qi Nian looked at her angrily, "I need to keep an eye on you, lest you seduce my uncle. I’m telling you, you mustn’t have any improper thoughts about my uncle, he’s mine."
Yuran lifted her phone, "What you just said, I recorded it. I’ll go ask Qi Younian if it’s true in a bit."
Never had she thought, the proud girl’s expression changed dramatically, and she lunged to snatch the phone saying, "You’re despicable and shaless, give the phone."
All the classmates, including the professor who was lecturing, focused their attention here. Qi Nian, belatedly realizing what a commotion she had caused, angrily glanced at Yuran, then sat down under everyone’s gaze.
Embarrassed, Xiaoxiao, "Sorry, I, I, I... I didn’t an to."
On the podium, the old professor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and coughed before saying in Arabic, "Student, about this issue, please express your opinion."
Qi Nian gave a cry of surprise, looking blank and pleadingly at Yuran. Yuran’s lips moved slightly, using lip reading to tell Qi Nian, "I don’t know."
Qi Nian’s eyes smoked with anger as she looked at her, mouthing: Yuran, you better tell fast.
Yuran buried her head, staying quiet, and Qi Nian resignedly answered, "Professor, I don’t know."
"Oh, you don’t know!" the old professor said calmly, "Whose girlfriend has co to attend the class? Please identify yourself."
No one stood up.
The old professor asked in surprise, "Miss Yuran, is it your girlfriend?"
The whole class burst into laughter, unreservedly.
Yuran, her expression indescribable, felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She wanted to check it, but the current situation didn’t allow it. Thus, she stood up to answer the professor’s question, "Sorry, professor, my sister."
Qi Nian, "Who’s your sister..."
Can’t this girl keep her mouth shut?
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