"Catfishing?" Ling Xuejiu said, "What do you mean?"
Li Mengjie said, "She probably has her eye on Leng Xuan."
Ling Xuejiu almost fainted. This girl was really becoming more and more speechless, spouting such earth-shattering, ghost-gods weeping statements. If anyone said that Luo Shuixi might fall for Leng Xuan, she’d never believe it, not even if she were beaten to death!
Li Mengjie laughed, "Come on, I’m just kidding. But I do think it’s odd for Luo Shuixi to inquire about Leng Xuan. She’s none other than the great classical beauty of our school, so why would she bother asking about a country bumpkin?"
Ling Xuejiu didn’t want to let Li Mengjie know about what had happened at the school gate the day before, so she simply said, "Don’t worry about it so much."
"..."
Class 3-7 of senior year!
The first class in the afternoon was art, but the art teacher had some emergency and couldn’t come, so the class monitor notified everyone to work on their own creative painting.
Su Yurou was a student in Class 3-7, and at that moment, she held a paintbrush in one hand and propped her chin with the other, staring blankly out of the window, yet her mind was filled with the memory of Leng Xuan facing off against the bank robbers. She began to paint unconsciously as the image was so vivid in her mind, and in just ten minutes, she had outlined the rough sketch. Then she started to add color, and by the end of the class, a complete oil painting was finished. It depicted a shabbily dressed youth confidently facing down ferocious robbers, with a slight disdain in his manner. Every move and every expression was incredibly lifelike.
Observing the painting, Su Yurou’s lips curved into a soft smile, thinking, ’If I gave this painting to Brother Leng Xuan, I wonder if he would like it?’
"Yurou, what are you painting?" Suddenly, a girl next to her leaned in.
"Ah!" Su Yurou felt an inexplicable surge of nervousness, and as she instinctively tried to hide the painting, the girl had already exclaimed with a "Wow," "Yurou, who’s this? You’ve painted it so well!"
"Really? Let me have a look...." A few classmates nearby were drawn over by the shout, some boys not so much interested in the painting as wanting to be near Su Yurou, to catch the unique scent of a young girl that she carried.
Su Yurou felt as if her secret thoughts had been exposed and immediately blushed, allowing only two or three people to see before she quickly tucked the painting away, saying with a red face, "It’s not that well done, don’t look any further!"
"Oh, you’re blushing!" The first girl who saw the painting said with a laugh. Then she had a flash of realization and asked, "Yurou, could this be the Prince Charming you’ve envisioned in your heart?"
Su Yurou was already extremely flushed, and her heartbeat quickened upon hearing this. She glared at the girl and said, "Hua Hua, all you do is talk nonsense. He is just..."
The girl named Hua Hua interrupted Su Yurou’s words, giggling and said, "I’m not talking nonsense. A lot of our classmates know you’ve found your Prince Charming! Hmph, such a bad friend for not even telling me..."
Su Yurou said, "I don’t have a Prince Charming, Hua Hua, stop spreading rumors!"
"Hehe, I say Su the beauty, you’re still not admitting it?" Hua Hua laughed and said, "Not only do many of our classmates know, but there are also many from the next class talking about it. You must be the only one in the dark, right?"