"I don't like it!" Beiming Han reached out and pinched her cheek. His dream had never been to become President; his dreams were small and ordinary, and he would only work hard for these simple dreams.
"I also don't like you being the President," Gu Qingxin laughed.
"Let's go home today, and come back to class next week," Beiming Han smiled gently.
"Why?"
"You beat up a boy. I'm afraid they'll retaliate against you." Beiming Han held her as they walked out.
"They can't beat me! I think I can take on thirty people by myself now." Gu Qingxin also felt she was really cool today.
"Are you here to study or to fight?"
"..."
...
Guan Yue had been staying at home recently, not going out at all. Occasionally, she would call Long Xuxu, and during their conversations, she would always hint at something.
