Yan Cong was not the type to talk behind someone's back; he bluntly said while the person had barely left, "That guy from the basketball team, I've played with him, he has poor sportsmanship and doesn't deserve you."
In Yan Cong's standards, out of a hundred men, at least ninety-nine didn't deserve Wen Changling. Wen Changling was like a fairy, and ordinary mortals were not her match.
"How come you're at school?"
It had been a long time since Yan Cong attended school.
"I came to withdraw." He asked, "How much longer will you be?"
"Can't say for sure."
The physical examination was supposed to have a set schedule, but the students were dragging their feet, which could lead to delays.
Yan Cong pulled up a chair and sat down next to Wen Changling, not disturbing her any further as he buried his head in his game. He wasn't very focused on the game, occasionally looking up to glance at Wen Changling's strands of hair, zoning out, daydreaming.