Xie Cheng muttered, "This girl, why does she even join the crowd?"
He didn’t have time to speak when Bo Yan exited the official blog, then opened Yuran’s contacts and sent a message.
"Aren’t you worried that I’m the one who got a fracture? Then you’re not helping, you’re actually an accomplice! Do you want to take care of me that badly?"
Really, I can’t watch this anymore.
Yuran almost instantly replied: "Brother Qi, are you... lying? Should I delete it? No, no, if I delete it, it’s hard to explain. What if you really fractured something but pretended you’re fine?"
Xie Cheng chuckled, glancing sideways at Bo Yan’s face, noticing that Bo Yan wasn’t angry at all. Instead, there was a cryptic smile on his lips.
Like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai—each willing to take their part, Xie Cheng fully understood the true essence at that moment.
Bo Yan continued to bury his head sending messages to Yuran, but Xie Cheng dared not look at the content anymore.
While still in class, Yuran, for the first time distracted by something beside her, saw the smiley face Bo Yan sent followed by a sentence.
"[Smiley Face]If you take care of me, I’d be more than happy."
Yuran [Brother Qi, do you think you might have paranoid delusion? How about I take you to the hospital to check?]
Although jokingly, when Yuran replied, a faint smile appeared on her lips. Qi Nian, who had sneaked into their class, blurted out, "Yuran, are you trying to seduce my uncle?"
Yuran hit send, then turned to look at Qi Nian, "Why are you everywhere? These days, you sneak into our class and because you can’t answer the questions, even the professor remembers you, why do you still come?"
Qi Nian looked at her angrily, "I need to keep an eye on you, lest you seduce my uncle. I’m telling you, you mustn’t have any improper thoughts about my uncle, he’s mine."
Yuran lifted her phone, "What you just said, I recorded it. I’ll go ask Qi Younian if it’s true in a bit."
Never had she thought, the proud girl’s expression changed dramatically, and she lunged to snatch the phone saying, "You’re despicable and shameless, give me the phone."
All the classmates, including the professor who was lecturing, focused their attention here. Qi Nian, belatedly realizing what a commotion she had caused, angrily glanced at Yuran, then sat down under everyone’s gaze.
Embarrassed, Xiaoxiao, "Sorry, I, I, I... I didn’t mean to."
On the podium, the old professor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and coughed before saying in Arabic, "Student, about this issue, please express your opinion."
Qi Nian gave a cry of surprise, looking blank and pleadingly at Yuran. Yuran’s lips moved slightly, using lip reading to tell Qi Nian, "I don’t know."
Qi Nian’s eyes smoked with anger as she looked at her, mouthing: Yuran, you better tell me fast.
Yuran buried her head, staying quiet, and Qi Nian resignedly answered, "Professor, I don’t know."
"Oh, you don’t know!" the old professor said calmly, "Whose girlfriend has come to attend the class? Please identify yourself."
The old professor asked in surprise, "Miss Yuran, is it your girlfriend?"
The whole class burst into laughter, unreservedly.
Yuran, her expression indescribable, felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She wanted to check it, but the current situation didn’t allow it. Thus, she stood up to answer the professor’s question, "Sorry, professor, my sister."
Qi Nian, "Who’s your sister..."
Can’t this girl keep her mouth shut?