The pretty MM quickly turned around, her big eyes brimming with moisture as she looked at Xiao Han and said, "What? Have you regretted it and want to be my 'blue friend'?"
"I'll say it again, I'm not interested in Wantai's little steamed buns." Xiao Han was speechless. The girl was pretty, but a bit too boy-crazy. Also, she was really too young, about fifteen or sixteen, with a babyface. Xiao Han felt he hadn't fallen that low yet.
"Then why did you call me here? If you don't explain yourself today, Sister Hua won't let you off." The pretty MM pouted, a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
To be rejected outright and even called a Wantai's little steamed bun, she was considerably upset, but she hadn't exploded—mainly because Xiao Han was precisely her type.
"I have a question. Where is Class 2-3 of the senior year?" Xiao Han asked with a smile.