Ouyang Yifeng seed happy too soon. In the following days, Ye Anhao had no intention of paying him any attention. This state continued until the end of the sester, and even before the final exams, Ye Anhao still hadn’t initiated a single conversation with him.
Ouyang Yifeng had no choice but to admire Ye Anhao. When she decided to do sothing, she truly ant it. If only she applied this quality to her studies, but instead, she directed it at him.
Ouyang Yifeng was both speechless and helpless about this, and in the end, he could only use his grades as leverage.
After class one day, Ouyang Yifeng glanced at Ye Anhao, who was still engrossed in her studies, "I’ve noticed you haven’t talked to for several days. I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend you, right?"
Seeing that Ye Anhao still buried her head, ignoring him, Ouyang Yifeng felt frustrated and suddenly reached out, pressing down her right hand that was writing.
Ye Anhao finally lifted her head from the workbook and looked at him without expression. She didn’t say or do anything, but her gaze told Ouyang Yifeng: If he continued like this, she would get angry.
Ouyang Yifeng withdrew his hand awkwardly and smiled at her, "If I can get into the top fifty in the final exams, will you end this cold war with ?"
"What does your ranking in the top fifty have to do with ?"
"You’re my ntor, of course, it’s related. If I do well, it reflects well on you too."
"I’m not your ntor anymore. Besides, I don’t feel the need to talk to you."
Ye Anhao always had this ability to hurt people effortlessly. And Ouyang Yifeng was so angry at her casual remark that he almost spat blood.
No need to talk to him? Was he so insignificant in her eyes?
Thinking of this, Ouyang Yifeng’s mood worsened to the extre. He angrily swept all the books off the desk onto the floor.
The sudden noise caused the other students in the classroom to stop laughing and look over in their direction. No one understood what was going on; they just stared at Ouyang Yifeng.
"What are you looking at, never seen soone lose their temper?!" With that, Ouyang Yifeng kicked the desk and stord out of the classroom.
Ye Anhao watched his departing figure with an expressionless face, but her emotions were not as calm as they appeared. She knew her words might have hurt Ouyang Yifeng, and deep down, she felt a tinge of regret.
"Anhao, Ouyang Yifeng really seems to be angry." Her desk mate on the right leaned close and whispered.
"If he’s angry, let him be. How is that any of my business?" Ye Anhao responded lightly.
"Honestly, I think Ouyang Yifeng is really good to you. Your words earlier were indeed a bit... harsh. If it were , I’d be angry too, let alone Ouyang Yifeng."
Ye Anhao lowered her eyes sadly, "If he’s mad and won’t talk to anymore, it’s fine by ."
"You, I really don’t know what you’re thinking. Ouyang Yifeng is handso and treats you well. Why do you keep him at such a distance? Although the college entrance exam is near, and thinking about other things might affect your studies, you can still consider him after the exams."
"Consider what? What is there to consider?" Ye Anhao raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Don’t play dumb with . Ouyang Yifeng’s intentions are so obvious. Can’t you see it? The whole class, even the entire grade, knows he likes you."
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