"You look really good today, young, that's nice, sigh."
Tan Wenbin sighed, not even knowing why he did so.
"Tan Wenbin, if you keep flirting, believe it or not, I'll report you to the teacher."
Tan Wenbin frowned, confused about himself. He used to just like to bicker with the cold-faced class president, being a thorn in her side, but why say these things today?
He himself felt that what he said earlier was a bit too frivolous. When he gets into fights, his dad would only use a belt; if he harasses female classmates, his dad would likely run him over with a police car.
Thinking of his father, Tan Wenbin couldn't help but shiver.
Avoiding Zhou Yunyun, Tan Wenbin returned to the classroom.
Zheng Haiyang had come back first and had already told everyone about Tan Wenbin's grand feat. The boys of the class cheered as he entered.
Tan Wenbin raised his left hand, covered his chest with his right, signaling everyone to keep it low-key.
