Suddenly, Liu Jia leaned in and whispered into Li Yuan's ear with a chuckle, "Yuan, what do you think of our class president?"
"The class president? What do you mean?" Li Yuan was rather confused.
Their class president, Xiang Qinyanqiu, was quite serious and responsible. She was also very beautiful, second only to Xia Zhijin and on par with Wang Jierong. According to Liu Jia and the others, many boys in their class had pursued Xiang Qinyanqiu, but none were rumored to have succeeded yet.
Liu Jia smiled mysteriously, pointed at Xiang Qinyanqiu sitting on the other side, and said with a sly grin, "Yuan, I think the class president must have a secret crush on you."
Li Yuan froze, an exasperated look on his face. He tapped Liu Jia on the head. "Liu Jia, can you stop talking nonsense? Stop assuming everyone has a crush on me. I'm not money, you know; not everyone is going to like me."
