Chapter 956: Class 8 Class Meeting
At that moment, the most distressed person in Class 8 was not Guo Kunnan, but the insignificant Zhang Chi.
His table drew even more attention than Jiang Ning's.
Zhang Chi felt as though their table was a zoo, while the students eating around them were tourists, constantly casting scrutinizing looks their way.
"Oh my, I'd heard about you all long ago. I never expected us to actually end up eating at the same table!" Niu Ying from Class 9 puckered her enormous lips and spoke in a cutesy voice.
The round Hong Yuanyuan said warmly, "Wang Yanyan, I saw the outfit posts you made on Tieba. You're so professional!"
"And Jiaojiao, I heard you got a new manicure." Hong Yuanyuan sounded envious.
At that, Pang Jiao placed her hand on the dining table.
Zhang Chi's heart suddenly convulsed. Fuck, what kind of hand was that? Her hoof-like fingers were covered in black hair, with several multicolored nail pieces at the tips.
"Jiaojiao, your manicure is so pretty! Your natural foundation is so good—it suits you perfectly!"
Pang Jiao covered her mouth and gave a delicate laugh. Zhang Chi was so bewitched that he nearly threw up.
Damn it, the Boss selling Pig Trotter Rice at the entrance definitely knows just how good your foundation is!
Pang Jiao received a heap of False Praise.
Hong Yuanyuan asked again, "Jiaojiao, what color clothes do you think would suit me?"
Pang Jiao said, "Black. Black makes you look slimmer."
Oh no, this was a failed round of class diplomacy. One layer of Hong Yuanyuan's multiple chins vanished, and her smile faded.
Only Wang Yanyan remained perfectly clear-headed. She saw through Hong Yuanyuan's thoughts at a glance.
Wang Yanyan called out warmly, "Sis!"
Hong Yuanyuan said, "Huh?"
"Sis,