After the third-year student spoke up, a nearby sophomore, also a finalist, chuckled. "He Yanlin, since when have you started paying attention to the first-year guys?"
I have to pay attention. The two first-year girls I'm interested in seem to be quite close to him. This is so tough for me, He Yanlin lamented.
While saying this, the third-year, He Yanlin, inadvertently let his gaze wander over to Qin Yao, his face a picture of regret.
On the day of enrollment, he had taken a liking to her at first sight.
Unexpectedly, it seems this girl is already spoken for. What a pity, he thought. Whether I can steal her away depends on how the finals go. If I can defeat, or even dominate, that student named Su Yan, then I can make my move. Otherwise, it's better to keep a respectful distance. I don't want to get beaten to a pulp before I even make a dent.
Seeing the two of them chatting, several other senior finalists joined the conversation.
