Shopping mall, third floor.
Yu Wen was chewing on her milk tea straw and asked, "Yanan, what do you think the chances are of successfully pursuing the class president?"
Jiang Yanan thought to herself, ’From the mont you called him "class president," your chances have beco almost zero.’
Of course, being a responsible good sister, she comforted her, "Wenwen, as long as you try hard, there’s definitely hope."
Yu Wen was so excited at the thought of strolling romantically through the mall with the handso class president that she chewed her milk tea straw to pieces.
Shen Qing’e gazed at Yu Wen, who was imrsed in her beautiful fantasies, her expression mildly indifferent: ’Why always indulge in dreams that can’t co true?’
The gap was too wide, obviously impossible.
Soon, Shen Qing’e thought of a figure in her mind, one skinny and short, always smiling at her and doing his best to give her the best, while the other was tall, handso, with a cold expression, barely glancing at her.
The two figures gradually rged, becoming eerily unfamiliar.
Shen Qing’e couldn’t help but clench her hand, nails digging into her palm, yet the pain seed to radiate from her heart.
Isn’t she the sa way? What right did she have to speak of Yu Wen?
Huang Zhongfei arrived, wearing a khaki long down coat paired with a white scarf and black cargo pants, looking tall and handso.
Yu Wen: "Ah, class president, you’re so handso!"
Faced with Yu Wen’s complint, Huang Zhongfei smiled warmly, as if he could emit light.
Yu Wen, originally a roadside weed, basked in Huang Zhongfei’s glow, becoming the center of attention in the crowd.
In this world, because won often put on makeup and dress up, while many n don’t care much about their appearance, a man’s handsoness is mostly pure. The number of handso guys on the street is always fewer than beautiful girls.
Every now and then, girls would glance over, their eyes full of amazent, fixed on the handso Huang Zhongfei. However, upon seeing the ordinary Yu Wen next to him, visible jealousy would flash in their eyes.
Such an outstanding guy, why is he with just an ordinary girl?
This feeling is more painful than a man seeing a beautiful woman with an ugly guy because an ugly guy might be rich and powerful, but what does this girl have?
Yu Wen noticed the others’ jealousy, yet she didn’t mind; she was even proud of it: ’So what if I’m ugly? My boyfriend is handso!’
In fact, to show off, Yu Wen made a little scene.
Passing by a store selling sneakers, she saw a good-looking pair and coyly said, ’Brother, I want these shoes. If you buy them for , I’ll treat you to a al later.’
Jiang Yanan was disgusted, moving two steps away to keep so distance.
Shen Qing’e didn’t express any opinion.
Lu Qiqi: ’Ugly people often make trouble.’
Huang Zhongfei paused, then cooperatively smiled and told the clerk, "I’ll take these, pay the bill."
Both the clerk and custors in the store were shocked, and Yu Wen’s face radiated happiness.
Marrying the class president and enjoying a happy life.
At this mont, Yu Wen almost dug out her heart to offer to Huang Zhongfei on a platter.
A girl even prettier nearby excitedly said, "Handso guy, buy them for too, and I’ll treat you to a big al!"
Yu Wen noticed soone competing for the class president, and she imdiately glared angrily, like a fierce hen.
After buying the shoes, Yu Wen continued her blissful day, dining and watching a movie with Huang Zhongfei. As things neared their end, it was already past 11 at night.
At this mont, Lu Qiqi, Jiang Yanan, and the others were quietly hiding in a corner, leaving Yu Wen alone with Huang Zhongfei.
They stood in the plaza in front of the building, with the cold wind blowing, and the temperature was particularly low.
Yu Wen placed her hands in front of her, trying to act mature, because in front of the class president, she’s always a lady.
"Class president, thank you for spending the day with . I really enjoyed it." Yu Wen was moved beyond words; it had been a long ti since she’d felt such joy.
Huang Zhongfei said, "Sa here."
Yu Wen looked out at the cold street and said, "Class president, it’s very late now. It’s going to be hard to get a cab, so why don’t I ride and take you ho?"
She took out the key to her electric scooter, already fantasizing about the mont when she’d ride it with the class president holding her waist, nestled together under such a romantic night, confirming their relationship as a couple, inseparable for life.
Huang Zhongfei’s smile remained: "It’s fine, I’ve got my dad picking up."
As he spoke, the lights of a Panara blinked in front of the bus stop, and Huang Zhongfei asked, "Want to join?"
Yu Wen’s expression beca a bit uneasy as she forced a smile, "No need, class president, you go ho."
Huang Zhongfei departed.
Yu Wen watched the sleek car fade into the distance, not knowing its exact model, but she knew it was a luxury brand called Porsche.
Feeling downcast, Yu Wen’s steps were weary.
Her sisters saw Yu Wen return looking lost, exchanging knowing looks; as expected.
Lu Qiqi also noticed the Porsche Panara the class president rode, worth a couple of million.
She looked at the lovesick Yu Wen and teased, "Wenwen, do you think the class president likes you?"
She asked casually, but Yu Wen answered seriously, not directly with an answer, but by recounting a past event.
"The class president is the most handso boy in our class."
"His grades are good, his family is good, he’s popular, and he hasn’t had any scandals with any girl."
Talking about this got Yu Wen more excited; he’s practically a perfect man!
"Last sester, after the midterm exam, Cui Yu jokingly asked Huang Zhongfei if he had soone he liked, and the class president replied no. Cui Yu didn’t believe it and kept pressing."
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