Li Qingrong turned her head and glanced at Jiang Nian, who was leaving through the front door of the classroom, and couldn't help but lower her eyes.
Just now, it seemed like he was going to come over.
Nie Qiqi had almost burrowed into Li Qingrong's arms, with a smile on her face that screamed cunning.
"Class~ President~~, it's so cold."
Before she could finish her act, Cai Xiaoqing pinched her by the back collar and pulled her to the side.
"If you're cold, go get cremated, it's warm in the furnace."
Nie Qiqi was furious. Her plan to cozy up to the class president failed again, and it was all Cai Xiaoqing's fault!
"How can that mouth of yours at thirty-seven degrees say something so cold?"
Cai Xiaoqing paused for a moment, then turned her head to retort.
"How dare you assume my mouth is thirty-seven degrees? The oral temperature rises by one degree at noon, so it should be thirty-eight."
Nie Qiqi was dumbfounded, instantly losing all her tactics.
Damn it!
