Chen Tianming had reached the end of his patience. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he said expressionlessly, "Are you two sick in the head?"
Almost every group of bros had probably made this homophone joke before. Chen Tianming understood it and accepted it.
But, but—
Chen Tianming said, "When you say this bullshit in public, could you keep your voices down? I'm begging you on my knees here, okay?"
"Even if I don't care about anyone's opinion except Qiao Qiao's, Qiao Qiao might care about what people think of me."
The three of them gathered on the first floor were quite conspicuous.
None of them were short. Lin Li looked like a handsome guy, Chen Tianming was also male, and although Bai Bufan wasn't on a leash, it was obvious he had a good temperament and wouldn't bite people casually. Overall, the scene was quite pleasing to the eye—provided nobody could hear the crap these three brothers were saying.
With that foundation, whether they were students from this school or not, people passing by would generally glance at them a few times. It was only natural for Chen Tianming to worry.
Of course, there were also occasionally a few boys who appeared on the landing between the first and second floors. The moment they saw Lin Li, their faces turned pale.
Then they decisively turned around and chose to go back upstairs against the flow of people.
For one person, they were willing to defy the great trend of the world. It was a tribute to pure love, at least.
Hearing Chen Tianming's words, Bai Bufan and Lin Li burst out laughing.
It was hard to say whether they were laughing because their scheming had been exposed, or because of Tian Ming's fantasy-filled remarks about Qiao Qiao.