Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Heart in Turmoil

Yan Tao, could you use your brain when you speak?

Qin Anyi flicked the chalk into the chalk box on the teacher’s desk, brushed his hands together, and said with a strong note of mockery, “The choice...”

As for the rest, Zhao Guoping did not say much. He simply gave a brief and decisive conclusion, making his meaning perfectly clear: that was the end of it, and no one should keep discussing the matter.

But after this incident...

“Yangyang, I’m telling you, stop being so timid. If you really like him, then just go after him boldly. It’s not something to be ashamed of. If you keep it buried in your heart and never tell him, you’ll regret it sooner or later.”

Pan Weiwei said this with a tone of frustration over her hopeless friend.

“Ah, I know, I know. Stop nagging me. How have things been between you and Weidong lately?”

Yang Cheng bit her lip in helplessness and quickly changed the subject.

“He? Since that last meal, he asked for my number. He calls and texts me every night. But last week he seemed to be busy with something and didn’t ask me out. Tonight, though, he did invite me out. It feels pretty good for now. As for whether it can keep developing, we’ll have to see.”

Pan Weiwei twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

“Right now, the most important thing is still studying. Feelings between men and women can exist, but they shouldn’t become the main thing taking up your energy.”

Yang Cheng looked at Pan Weiwei and nodded thoughtfully.