Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue left the school gates and took shelter under the shade of trees by the roadside to cool off, watching the buses come and go in front of them as they whispered under the pavilion.
When he had slowly organized his thoughts and forced himself to speak out, the class monitor beside him parted her rosy lips and stared at him blankly for a good while before responding.
"It's really something for you to come up with such an idea."
"Is there a problem?"
"It's impressive. That perspective is something most people wouldn't think of, truly worthy of you."
The class monitor made a point of emphasizing the pronunciation of "you," making it sound more like mockery.
"...I'm serious."
Xu Xiangyang frowned.
"I know. Think about it, the idea fits your personality quite well."
Zhu Qingyue sighed.
"No wonder you called me out. It turns out you really needed my agreement."
"So..."
The class monitor pondered for a moment.