But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth and changed the subject instead. "In addition to the usual for lunch, add some sweet, chilled watermelon."
But Li Jiachen wasn't fooled, his expression extremely serious. "Be honest. Is it because you like the class leader, but... it's unrequited love?"
Shen Lang slowly managed a "...?"
'What? What did you just say, you little bean sprout?'
After a good while, she finally found her voice, slow and steady. "...Are you fucking crazy?"
Li Jiachen's voice rose a few pitches. "And you say you're not! Look, just look! You're already getting mad at me over him!"
The two of them stared each other down, neither willing to back down.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the tense atmosphere of their standoff—
"Well, now. Are you two fighting over me?"
They both looked up to see Han the Class Leader leaning lazily against the doorframe, a smug smile on his face.
