Upon hearing Jiang Lin's heartfelt confession, the diners across all three floors of the restaurant simply stopped eating and hurried to the second-floor stairway to see what was happening.
Food could wait, but gossip had to be enjoyed while it was fresh.
Likewise, upon hearing Jiang Lin's sudden confession, Leng Bingqing froze as well. Her icy-clear eyes held a hint of adorably blank confusion, as though she couldn't keep up with Jiang Lin's rhythm.
At the same time, Jiang Lin practically gave Leng Bingqing no room to think. Embracing her with deep and earnest affection, he continued shouting:
"Cold Girl! I've actually admired you for a very, very long time! Counting from now, it's been... shi... five years!"
Jiang Lin had originally meant to say ten years, but after thinking it over, he recalled that Leng Bingqing was only a little over twenty. He himself was only twenty-five.
Ten years ago—that meant he had fallen for Leng Bingqing when he was fifteen and she was only eleven?
Fuck! Even if people married young in ancient times and there was no such thing as puppy love, this is still way too beastly...
Five years was better. Five years was just right...
He had just come of age when he fell for a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl, then never forgot her. That youthful stirring of the heart was simply perfect, even carrying a hint of innocence.
Qian Zhenduo hadn't noticed the detail of his teacher changing his wording. Perhaps Little Fatty thought ten years or five years amounted to much the same thing, because he didn't believe either of them. At that moment, his mind was filled with nothing but "???"
No, wait—forget five years. Even five days, I, Little Fatty, wouldn't believe it! Teacher, didn't you just hear about Senior Sister