The girls in the class were all extremely excited, except for Ye Anhao. She admitted that the boy named Ouyang Yifeng looked very handsome, but her heart didn't stir in the slightest. She had never been particularly interested in handsome guys.
She quietly retracted her gaze and began to focus on her own tasks. Compared to the boy on the stage, she found the three-dimensional geometry problems on her desk much more attractive.
She was bent over, pondering where to draw the auxiliary lines, when she heard a commotion from all around her.
"Where do you think Teacher Li will arrange for him to sit?" one of the girls asked.
"How would I know? But it would be great if he could sit next to me," another girl said, her eyes full of hope.
"Ouyang, you can sit in the middle, third row," the homeroom teacher said.
The third row?
