"He's nowhere near as good as our class leader, full of freckles on his face."
"He's not as tall as you, Feng Yicong."
"His grades definitely aren't as impressive as hers."
Are boys the real gossips?
The confessor couldn't believe it and turned to look at Zhao Zhaowei and the others speaking.
"Where are you from?" Zhao Zhaowei stepped forward and asked him.
"Who are you guys?"
"We're in the same class as her."
"I see." The boy laughed, "I know, you don't dare to chase her because you can't compete with her, right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhaowei and the others got furious and surrounded the boy. "You think you can chase her with your looks, with your level? Let's make it clear, if you want to chase her, at least beat the forty-nine of us first!"
"Why should I accept your terms? I just need her to agree, it's none of your business!"
"How is it unrelated? Aren't you a man? As a man, can you be worse than your girl?"
"What are you, effeminate?"