Chapter 8: Father and Mother's Guerrilla Warfare

  Dad and Mom become fake adults

  In the afternoon, in Class A of the Liberal Arts Department, three or two classmates were drowsily sleeping on their desks.

  The golden light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow through the tall and lush trees outside the classroom, shone directly on Ling Xiang, who was intently working on her thesis.

  Han Yingye took Xiao Bao's prince badge and walked lightly to Ling Xiang's desk.

  "Is this yours?" He tossed the badge onto Ling Xiang's book, with an air of arrogance and an aura of unattainable nobility emanating from his entire being.

  Looking at the sudden appearance of the bookmark in her book, Ling Xiang suddenly raised her head and asked awkwardly: "How did it end up in your hand?"

  Han Jingyu's line of sight drifted out the window, his tone still cold as frost, "These trashy toys, please don't casually take them out to harm people in the future!"

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and left...

  What? Taking it out to harm people? Damn it, Han Jingyu, is this provoking her?

  "Korean well water!" Ling Xiang stood up, out of breath and shouted at the back of Han Jing's figure, then took the bookmark from the book and walked towards him with a huff, like a shrew, with her hands on her hips and her eyes staring fiercely at Han Jing's eyes.

  This shout woke up several classmates who were sleeping in class!

  "What?! Is that Iori Minamoto?!" Hana exclaimed with her hands covering her mouth in shock.

  "My god? Is it really Iori Minamoto?" Hanazuki B's pupils enlarged, her eyeballs almost falling out.

  "Ma Ge? How did you end up in our class?"

  "A bunch of idiots!" Ling Xiang glanced at the few silly girls sitting in class, then turned her head back to look at Han Jingqu with disdain: "You look so decent, how can you talk without any quality? Speak quickly!..." Ling Xiang raised the buckle in her hand, "This buckle, where did you get it from?"

  Damn it, Han Jingyuan's face was impatient, pursed his lips, too lazy to listen to a scolding woman, gave Ling Xiang an icy stare and brushed past her.

  Watching Han Jingyu's tall and handsome back view walking away, Ling Xiang had a moment when she was indeed infatuated!

  However, she was pulled back by a group of crazy girls in her class.

  "What? Dammit! What was I just thinking about? He's Han Jingyu, how can he just leave like that? Doesn't he know he hurt her?"

  Ling Xiang: Cough cough!! Han Jing Ye! Actually, I didn't want to scold you.

  Han Jing Yu: I know, because you have a crush on me.

  Ling Xiang: Heaven? How did you know?

  Han Ying: Idiot! (She stared at her for a moment, then turned and left!)