I Am Particularly Good At Enduring Hits

Tang Xinrou's lips twitched awkwardly. "Ahem...first from the back."

"Oh..."

Song Yaoyao nodded her head. "In the next exam, I will come first"—she turned her head and looked at Tang Xinrou with her dark pupils—"Both our names will appear on the ranking list. I will be first, and you will be last."

Wow! How heartless!

Clearly, Song Yaoyao was just analyzing the situation and her voice was soft as usual; coupled with her serious expression, she looked dopily cute. But in Tang Xinrou's eyes, she was no longer an adorable angel. She was now a little devil with horns and a pitchfork.

"Huhuhu, Yaoyao, what are you trying to say?!" Tang Xinrou lay on Song Yaoyao's body. She had a domineering face, yet she acted like a delicate little woman.

Song Yaoyao stretched out her hand, patted Tang Xinrou on the head, and said temptingly, "If we're good friends, let's study together..."

Tang Xinrou: "..."