"Um, about this ridiculous end-of-term high table dinner your school is having where both teachers and students can participate, I think I get it now...
"Speaking of which, I actually have an idea."
Saturday, noon, at a coffee shop on the shopping street.
Yan Huan was eating a light meal from the coffee shop while looking at the message Tong Jie sent in the "Ai Miao TV" group chat on his phone.
"..."
Looking at that message, the corners of Yan Huan's mouth stiffened slightly, and an ominous feeling arose in his heart.
He reached out his hand, just about to send a "cat shaking its head" emoji when Tong Jie sent another message,
"Why not just choose me as your dance partner? Then all your problems are solved!"
"Clang～"
The spoon in Yan Huan's hand fell onto the plate, making a crisp sound.
You're asking for trouble, Tong Jie.
He helplessly picked up his phone, seeing that the page had refreshed with new messages.
