Shen Zhaozhao pulled out her phone and glanced at it, "Sorry, my phone is dead!"
"I see!" The boy's face flashed with disappointment, but he quickly smiled shyly, "No worries, we can add each other next time."
"My roommate is waiting for me, I'm going to go ahead." Wen Xu greeted and left first.
"Who was that?" Song Ning poked Shen Zhaozhao's waist.
"The first-place winner of the poetry contest that day." Shen Zhaozhao said.
Song Ning had been at the event too, but she had been busy arguing with someone in the livestream and didn't really notice who won first place. Hearing Shen Zhaozhao mention it, she remembered and said, "I knew he looked familiar. But, the way he acted just now, he wasn't falling for you, was he?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Shen Zhaozhao had just finished speaking when she looked up to see a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the public classroom.