It was just a spur-of-the-moment remark.
That sentence alone was enough; Pei Yan automatically ignored the latter part.
After the rain cleared, the boy's cool gaze curved into an unmistakable delight, and the impudent smile on his face left Jiang Shuyao completely stunned, her mind reeling.
Seizing the moment while he was smug, she retaliated by fiercely kicking him, then ducked down and wriggled out from under his arm.
The girl's bangs were a bit messy, her damp eyes filled with anger, "You jerk."
When she cursed, it always seemed to be the same few words circling around.
Pei Yan watched her quietly with a smile on his lips, "What kind of egg is a 'jerk egg,' and how smelly is it?"
"..."
Jiang Shuyao didn't want to deal with him any longer; several minutes had already passed since class started, and she was in an absolutely foul mood. She turned and ran straight down the path towards the Qinyuan Building.