You... You Want This?

Ye Siming remembered him, but he didn't hide his displeasure at all.

"It's you again. Is this your seat?" Ye Siming asked coldly.

Jiang Xiaoran looked at Ye Siming's toned shoulders and waist that was covered by his clothes, as well as the sword at his waist.

Grandpa said that a wise man submits to circumstances…

He quickly shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. This seat used to be mine, but at this moment, it's not anymore. It belongs to you guys now!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaoran laughed foolishly. "The two of you can sit here. I'll go to the back."

Jiang Xiaoran's temper was domineering and ostentatious. There were not many people in the class who had a good relationship with him.

He walked around the classroom and realized that those who were close to each other were basically sitting together.

There were only two seats left for him. One was the seat behind Ye Siming and the other was next to him.