Watching the girl leave, Lin Li's expression was complicated.
Sister, you could just strike up a conversation directly, there's no need to forcibly find an excuse.
This opening line is too hardcore and forced.
Besides, to be honest, I'm probably the best at Monopoly, after all, my identity as a pilot is right here.
But that's not important for now.
"Ah, I'm so fed up with these enthusiastic girls. Getting hit on every day is really annoying, ah—ha!—"
Lin Li shook his head and sighed, expressing his feelings with a medium tone.
"Medium tone: means ensuring Qin Zeyu, who is watching at the stairway, could hear clearly, yet it seemed not too deliberate."
"Damn!!! Heaven is blind!"
Originally intending to go to Class Four, Qin Zeyu paused his action of going downstairs, his entire face twisted like Munch's famous painting "The Scream"—Jealousy makes man unrecognizable.
Looking at the miserable Qin Zeyu.
Lin Li felt awesome.
