"Xiao Mingzi, how did you suddenly become so handsome? You’re so handsome that even your class president is starting to swoon."
Li Yingzi sat across from Jiang Siming, half-joking as she spoke.
"You’re not doing bad yourself, Class President. The saying ‘girls change at eighteen’ really fits you. I bet many of the boys in our class regret not getting closer to you back then," Jiang Siming responded with a smile.
Back in the day, Li Yingzi had a very plain appearance—she always wore her school uniform, was short, wore glasses and braces, and the boys would tease her when they saw her.
Now, Li Yingzi had completely transformed. In Jiang Siming’s eyes, she was definitely a beauty.
Although she still couldn’t compare to Zhao Xuan and Wang Xinyi, she was undeniably a rare beauty.
"Pfft, I’m lucky they kept their distance. These guys freeze in their tracks when they see a pretty girl, but they avoid unattractive girls like the plague. It’s disgusting!"