Chu Zhiyan just smiled at his roommate's words, not wanting to comment much about his ex.
His roommate got mad seeing that smile, wondering how many naive girls had been charmed by it.
"Oh heavens, please send someone to take care of this rascal!"
Chu Zhiyan chuckled, "Get lost, stop cursing me here."
Whether it was a curse or not was hard to say.
Chu Zhiyan thought Su Nanzhi was pretty, the type he liked, and often men go by their feelings. He had a good impression of Su Nanzhi, not yet to the point of liking, but he was open to contact.
In the later stages of military training, there was also a cultural performance, with participants from second- and third-year students, as well as first-year freshmen.
As someone who didn't participate in the military training, Su Nanzhi quietly came to watch the performance.
The beauties on stage in black hot pants paired with crop tops or small camisoles almost made her drool.
