Song Song imdiately let go, feeling timid, "Yes, yes, go ahead and take the photos, take as many as you can, don’t miss any angle—"
Yuan Yung kept nodding, "Yeah, exactly, we must. He’s so handso, we have to take several shots."
Throughout the class, Song Song would occasionally hear exclamations of admiration from all directions, which didn’t stop for the entire forty or fifty minutes.
She admitted that a certain soone was indeed very handso, but was it necessary for them to act like they hadn’t seen a man in centuries?
There are so many good-looking young n and seasoned n nowadays, what’s the big deal?
Yuan Yung packed her backpack while saying, "...This is the first ti in university that I didn’t eat anything. The power of a handso guy is truly magical! Song Song, tomorrow let’s get here early, if we’re late there definitely won’t be any seats!"
Song Song seed a bit distracted because that certain soone walked straight out of the classroom after class as if he hadn’t seen her.
"Oh, I got it."
"Song Song, look, the school forum has gone crazy. Everyone is talking about this substitute teacher. Oh my god, I suddenly feel so lucky to have such a handso teacher teaching ..."
"Haha! Don’t you think being too handso is bad? Everyone is so focused on his looks that they can’t hear what he’s saying."
Song Song spoke honestly.
Yuan Yung smiled helplessly, "What can you do? He’s handso! Let’s go then! If we’re later, there’ll be a long line outside the milk tea shop again."
Song Song was surprised, "Milk tea shop?"
"Yeah! There’s a really nice milk tea shop outside the school gate, and it’s super popular. If we go late, there’s a long queue..."
Song Song twitched her lips, thinking that in this girl’s heart, it’s probably all about food, food.
Oh, and handso guys—
Actually, Song Song was still in a confused state; she wasn’t sure if she should call that certain soone to figure out if that person was indeed him.
But she was also afraid Yuan Yung might notice sothing, especially since she was dragging her towards the milk tea shop.
If this girl put one-tenth of her obsession with food into losing weight, she’d definitely be slim—
They had been rushing to the milk tea shop nonstop, but there were already seven or eight people in line outside. Yuan Yung introduced to Song Song, "The best here is the original flavor, and also the ’Three Brothers Milk Tea’. Which one do you want? I’ll treat you!"
Song Song didn’t really like sweet things, "...I’ll have the original flavor then, thanks!"
"Mm-hmm!"
By the ti Yuan Yung bought the milk tea, twenty minutes had passed. She bought three cups in total, giving Song Song a cup of the original flavor—
Song Song took a sip, her eyes lighting up, "It’s really good, no wonder you like it."
After speaking, she took another large gulp.
Yuan Yung’s eyes narrowed into slits with her smile, feeling particularly proud, "If you want to know where the good food is in Hong Kong, just ask . I really an it."
"Bang"—
While she was busy talking, she accidentally bumped into sothing. Yuan Yung thought it was a lamppost because she often ran into those, but this ti...
Song Song saw ahead of them, standing there with a terrifyingly gloomy expression, a man wiping the milk tea splashed on his face with a handkerchief, "Big brother, why are you here?"
Damn, his suit was also covered in it, as if the whole cup of milk tea had spilled on him.
At this mont, Yuan Yung finally reacted, turning her stiff neck to see a handso face, and so remaining milk tea on it—
"Sorry, sorry, I didn’t—"
Huo Junting, who had a super serious case of OCD, suddenly shouted at Yuan Yung, "Get lost! Stay away from , I hate fat people the most."
And Yuan Yung had a boundary that couldn’t be crossed: directly calling her fat!
This man, despite being quite handso, turned out to be verbally venomous. There’s a limit to what one can tolerate.
She swiftly opened another cup of milk tea and without hesitation, splashed it over—
Song Song was dumbfounded!
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