"Does it really bother you to be liked by girls?" Chen Yuan asked curiously.
"It's a very subtle, very strange feeling."
Recalling the image of Chu Tian (a lesbian) saying she wanted to kiss her, Cheng Haiying said with great discomfort, "At least, I've figured out that my orientation is absolutely correct."
"Then just find a boyfriend to make her give up," Chen Yuan suggested casually.
Cheng Haiying turned around, looked at Chen Yuan, and asked seriously, "Was Xia Xinyu someone you just found randomly?"
"…Mine."
"It's fine, I don't mind."
"I quite like your straightforward personality."
Chen Yuan complimented awkwardly, then picked up the envelope and skimmed through it.
"This one says your voice is nice and would suit an English poem, asking if you could read it during the lunch break." Chen Yuan showed Cheng Haiying the name of the poem on the letter.