She looked the artsy guy up and down and then spoke, "Who are you?"
Seeing her impatient look, Di Sishao felt a bit awkward.
He had been pretty confident; any girl at the business college who didn't know about his past scandals would easily be charmed by his face and warm smile, lowering their guard.
Unfortunately, Huang Panpan wasn't buying it. Having seen Su Zelin's looks all the time, she was immune to other guys. Moreover, the easygoing one was a sunny and handsome type, so under his influence, junior girls had no interest in effeminate guys with heavy makeup.
Slicked-back hair and a face full of makeup—he didn't look like anything good!
"I'm a junior, my name is Di Sishao, from the sketch club."
The artsy guy even pulled out a piece to show off and then said excitedly.
"I've been contemplating a piece related to girls, but haven't had any inspiration. I saw you on the road just now and suddenly got a feel for it!"
This was a roundabout way of giving a compliment.
