This face value really makes Luo Mengmeng and Tong Mo so jealous!
"Wow! It’s infuriating! How can a man’s skin be this good!"
"Isn’t that the truth, how can a man’s nose bridge be so high!"
In the end, both of them cast envious, jealous, and resentful glances at Gu Zhihan, "Yingyingying, I’ll kill you with my gaze!"
Could he be an idiot?
Next, Mengmeng and Tong Mo huddled together, choosing the nine most beautiful photos before uploading them online.
The wind direction on the campus forum changed.
"Ahhh! This is the president of my dreams!"
"Such face value, I’m on my knees!"
"I declare him my boyfriend from now on!"
"Get real, the person above, he already has a girlfriend, okay!"
As comment after comment flooded in, Gu Zhihan’s support rate on the campus network reached its peak.
He had already outstripped the second and third places by countless votes.
Now, we just have to wait for the formal vote on Monday.
Tong Mo seemingly saw Gu Zhihan’s inevitable election as president and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "I believe that Gu Zhihan will definitely be the president this time!"
"I believe it too!" Luo Mengmeng also laughed heartily.
This put a lot of pressure on Gu Zhihan, who had to take even more time out of his studies to prepare for the campaign speech for the presidential election.
Because she was in such a good mood, Tong Mo hummed a tune all the way home as if she had already become an official herself.
At that moment, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of her, the window rolled down to reveal half of the man’s handsome face.
"Uncle?" Tong Mo was stunned for a moment, then, with her tongue wagging, she ogled his car, "How come you’ve also switched to a new car?"
She remembered that the last time she saw him, it seemed like he was driving a Maserati.
And the time before that, a Lamborghini.
She’d seen people who changed clothes frequently, but never someone who changed cars so often; how rich could he possibly be!
Could it be that being a male escort was so lucrative?
After all, with so many wealthy women around, even if each rich woman gifted half a car, that would be enough to change cars every day!
Lucky for Viscount Li Zijue that he couldn’t read minds, otherwise he might have floored the accelerator and run her over right then and there.
As he got out of the car, he answered her, "Money can do wonders."
After that, he effortlessly picked up her bicycle and placed it in the back of the car.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Tong Mo saw him move her bicycle without her permission and frowned.
Viscount Li Zijue turned around and answered her, "I’m inviting you to dinner."
"I’m not hungry!" Tong Mo was about to move her bicycle down when she heard him speak again.
Tong Mo was at a loss for words, "If you’re hungry then go eat by yourself. I need to go home to sleep!"
She wasn’t a three-year-old child who needed to be spood-fed.
"You are required to accompany me, consider it repayment for the last time I gave you a free tutorial," said Viscount Li Zijue casually, and, concerned that she would refuse, added, "You surely don’t want to owe me a favor, do you?"
Tong Mo responded without a second thought.
"Then let’s go." Viscount Li Zijue opened the car door, a triumphant smile curling the corners of his lips, and pulled her arm to get into the car.
When the car was halfway there, Tong Mo belatedly realized she seemed to have been tricked.
At first, she was sulky, but when they arrived at the restaurant and she saw the table full of her favorite dishes, her worries vanished instantly. While picking up her chopsticks, she stared at him in surprise, "Hey, how did you know I like to eat these?"