Shall I Hold Your Hand?

As everyone knew, the girl who held the card in each class was the face of their class. She was publicly acknowledged as the class belle.

In the past two years, Gu Yang had always represented Class 1.

Zhu Di felt that there was no doubt in this matter. It was unnecessary to vote again. "Is there a need to vote? Xu Xuanyan, are you confident that your looks are better than Yangyang's? When the school belle vote happened on the forum, you didn't even get a third of Yangyang's votes, right?"

Xu Xuanyan was embarrassed. Of course, she didn't think she was worse than Gu Yang, but what Zhu Di said was the truth.

"Who said I did it for myself? In the past, Gu Yang was indeed the face of Class 1, but isn't there Gu Jin now?"

As soon as Xu Xuanyan said this, the students who were good friends with her echoed.

"That's true. Actually, I think Gu Jin is prettier than Gu Yang."