Idiot
Jiang Lingzhi looked up and looked in the direction that Wen Yujing was pointing at.
The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was not wearing a school uniform. He was wearing a white hoodie, ripped jeans, and white earphones. He was leaning against the entrance of No.1 Middle School.
He tilted his head and put his hoodie on his head, covering his slightly messy black hair. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his facial features were well-defined, giving him a youthful look.
The boy was holding a cell phone in his hand. He lowered his eyes and was typing on it.
The girls who passed by pointed at him with red faces.
Wen Yujing said softly," He's so handsome. Look at those little girls. They're not calm anymore. But he's so cold. He doesn't even raise his head…"
"However, in comparison, I still think that the transfer student is more handsome. No one can compare the aura of a boss that has settled down after experiencing hardships!"