Ouyang Yifeng seemed happy too soon. In the following days, Ye Anhao had no intention of paying him any attention. This state continued until the end of the semester, and even before the final exams, Ye Anhao still hadn't initiated a single conversation with him.
Ouyang Yifeng had no choice but to admire Ye Anhao. When she decided to do something, she truly meant it. If only she applied this quality to her studies, but instead, she directed it at him.
Ouyang Yifeng was both speechless and helpless about this, and in the end, he could only use his grades as leverage.
After class one day, Ouyang Yifeng glanced at Ye Anhao, who was still engrossed in her studies, "I've noticed you haven't talked to me for several days. I don't think I've done anything to offend you, right?"
Seeing that Ye Anhao still buried her head, ignoring him, Ouyang Yifeng felt frustrated and suddenly reached out, pressing down her right hand that was writing.
