Wenzi's personality is such a waste of her face.
With her looks, even if she commanded boys in an authoritative tone "Come, lick my little leather shoes," the masochists would swarm over like a school of fish, endlessly.
But she uses the top-notch looks to do the dumbest things.
"So with my original personality, I can't make friends?" Tang Siwen asked Chen Yuan, somewhat afraid.
That means nobody can stand my true self, right?
It's just like when my parents split up without considering me at all.
I,
am not likable, huh.
"I don't know how you define it, but you said the other day that you don't have good friends, and that really needs to change," Teacher Chen began her mini-lecture, "It's a bit hurtful, you know."
Chen Yuan, He Sijiao, Zhou Yu, Zhou Fu—they all ate Tang Siwen's cake that day. Isn't that what good friends are?
Hearing this, Tang Siwen lowered her head.
I said something wrong again, huh.
"I'm sorry..."