Xi Zuzi glanced lightly at the little girl.
"No."
"Ugly."
The little ancestor who doesn't like studying, simple and direct.
This decisive rejection even made her deskmate Gu Jingyan, who was dozing off, twitch his arm and snort coldly.
He's seen slackers, but never anyone who was so proud of being one.
The little girl was stunned for a moment.
Then her big eyes filled with misty tears.
Already self-deprecating, she buried her face even lower, almost curling into herself, and awkwardly turned away.
The next second.
She heard Xi Zuzi's light voice in her ear: "The test paper might be a little ugly, but you're pretty. I, the ancestor, am willing to take a look."
Upon hearing this, Wu Minghao in the front row burst out laughing: "Wu Qianman, that skinny stick that can't tell front from back, pretty? As a face-lover, I disagree!"
The whole class of boys burst into laughter.
Wu Qianman's face turned red and white, put the test paper on Xi Zuzi's desk, and then shrank back.
