Wang Qiayu waved his hand with a laugh: "Teachers are well aware of themselves, those upper-year girls are not here to see me, this middle-aged guy. They gather around to admire a few of the boys who look rather handsome."
"Teacher, you're much more handsome than those upper-year boys with a circle of black hair on their lips."
"Lin Yuanyuan..." Wang Qiayu looked at the somewhat overly relaxed Lin Yuanyuan with a mix of amusement and helplessness, "Girls should be more reserved, you can't just joke about the senior boys like this."
"Hehe..." Lin Yuanyuan smiled embarrassedly at Li Xiaoyan, "Sister Xiao Yan, I don't usually talk like this, today, today I'm just particularly happy."
Li Xiaoyan smiled at her, not saying much.
Though it's champagne, it still contains alcohol, and after a few glasses, Wang Qiayu, who can't hold his liquor, became more talkative: "Li Xiaoyan, you, I truly admire."
