Mu Chenxi overslept today, and by the time she arrived at the classroom, it was packed full. She glanced at a front-row seat, where a clueless-looking guy was flipping through a book.
Mu Chenxi walked over, dropped her bulky backpack onto his desk, and immediately slapped down fifty yuan: "Classmate, can I take this seat?"
The clueless guy glanced at her and was unimpressed, pushing the fifty yuan to the side: "I'm here to listen to the lecture too."
Mu Chenxi gritted her teeth and pulled out another ten yuan from her pocket: "Sixty, will that do?"
"Classmate, I'm here to attend class, not to sell my seat. Even if you offer me six hundred yuan, I won't give it up," the clueless boy said seriously, his thick glasses nearly crushing his nose.
"Please, be a dear. This spot is really important to me." After silently cursing him a thousand times, Mu Chenxi put her hands together in prayer, "Handsome guy, pretty boy, fresh meat."
