Zhou Yihan clapped her hands excitedly and said, "He must have an aloof face that doesn’t want to bother with you at all."
Hearing Zhou Yihan’s words, Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but laugh. She couldn’t help but wonder, what exactly would Nangong Jin’s aloof face look like?
"Aiyo, aiyo, look at that sweet expression of yours," Qin Yun teased, bumping Di Jinxuan’s shoulder. "Whenever your Jin Palace is ntioned, you just light up with joy."
"That’s not true," Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but blush, urging, "Alright, we should get going, or else we’ll be late and Hong Wu will start nagging again."
"Are you still going to dance?" Zhou Yihan asked.
"Well, I guess we should head over," Di Jinxuan answered. "If he really does replace , then I won’t dance."
"But it’s such a pity not to dance," Zhou Yihan said regretfully. "Even though it’s not a dance competition or a dance convention, it’s the sports et. It’s the focus of global attention and actually more attractive than smaller dance conventions and competitions. Plus, you’re the lead dancer; it’d be such a waste if soone else took your place."
"It doesn’t matter," Di Jinxuan shook her head. Actually, she wasn’t really that concerned. If Hong Wu truly wanted to replace her, there was nothing she could do.
"Ah, what a sha," Qin Yun also sighed.
"Co on," Di Jinxuan smiled. "Don’t frown and sigh like that. It’s really okay if I don’t dance."
To comfort the three good classmates, Di Jinxuan thought for a mont and said, "Anyway, my Jin Palace doesn’t like showing off too much."
"Aiyu," Qin Yun imdiately started teasing.
"Aiyu, aiyu," Wang Xiaoi and Zhou Yihan also followed suit, teasing her, "Look at how pleased you are with yourself."
"Exactly," Di Jinxuan’s cute face revealed a trace of smugness. Ahem, sotis bringing up a certain flirty, frivolous, and shaless old man as a shield wasn’t a bad idea.
The four of them laughed and made their way out of the restroom, and Wang Xiaoi, for so reason, started singing "My Angle."
"Beautiful, you are so beautiful..."
Qin Yun imdiately played along, covering her face with a bashful look.
Zhou Yihan then moved in front of Qin Yun, pretending to be deeply in love and about to kiss her.
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but laugh at the trio’s play-acting.
When they walked out humming "My Angle," hmm, it felt quite nice.
After the four of them went out, everyone was already gathering. They really wanted to catch up but noticed that everyone seed quite excited.
Di Jinxuan stepped forward and was stunned.
The person standing in front of all the gathered students was...
Nangong Jin!
Why was he here?
Di Jinxuan was a bit dumbfounded, and he wasn’t just there; he was holding a huge bouquet of roses, probably ninety-nine of them. What was the aning of this?
Di Jinxuan stood frozen in place.
"Wow, your Jin Palace has co!" Qin Yun imdiately exclaid excitedly, hooking her arm around Di Jinxuan.
"And he’s holding a huge bouquet of roses. Xuanxuan, they must be for you!" Wang Xiaoi said enviously.
Zhou Yihan swallowed hard and said, "Damn, Xuanxuan, your Jin Palace is so handso."
"Absolutely stunning," Qin Yun said with excitent.
Di Jinxuan stood still at a distance, looking at that flamboyant old man.
He was indeed quite handso.
His tall and lean figure was elegant and slender, with a waist so sexy it was hard to keep one’s legs together—Di Jinxuan felt a bit of a headache.
He was too flashy.
At that mont, he stood there surrounded by a group of professor-level individuals, including from their school as well as other schools.
Hong Wu, of no such rank, had no right to crowd around him and could only stand at a distance, his face filled with discontent.
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