Class 8's biggest worry right now isn't Guo Kunnan, but the insignificant Zhang Chi.
The table where he sat attracted even more attention than Jiang Ning's.
Zhang Chi felt like their table was a zoo, and the students eating around them were like tourists, constantly casting curious glances.
"Wow, I've heard about you guys for a long time, never thought we'd actually get to eat at the same table!" said Niu Ying from Class 9, her large lips moving as she spoke.
The round-faced Hong Yuanyuan said warmly, "Wang Yanyan, I saw your outfit post on the forum, you're so professional!"
"And Jiaojiao, I heard you got a new manicure," Hong Yuanyuan said enviously.
Pang Jiao, hearing this, placed her hands on the table.
Zhang Chi's heart twitched violently, damn, what kind of hands are these? The hooves were covered in black hair, with several colorful nail pieces at the tips.
"Jiaojiao, your nails are amazing, the foundation is so perfect, they suit you so well!"
