Downstairs, all eyes were on them.
Guo Kunnan and Yun Tingting were playing badminton. He was so excited that his face had turned dark red.
Cui Yu said jealously, "Nan Bro's face looks like a century egg."
Meng Gui, his ten-centimeter spikes standing straight up in rage, played with his Buddhist Beads and recited blandly, "You are not Kunnan. How would you know Kunnan's joy?"
Although they were jealous of their good brother, they did not make trouble.
Liu Chuandao and his group could not stand it, though. With his shoehorn face scrunched up, Liu Chuandao shouted, "Yun Tingting, what kind of guys do you like?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone first looked at Liu Chuandao, then collectively turned toward the voluptuous Yun Tingting.
Yun Tingting turned around unhurriedly. Tilting up her face, she looked directly at Liu Chuandao upstairs and gave a coquettish laugh. "Your type."
Those words were like a giant pink heart exploding into countless little hearts, leaving Liu Chuandao's ears ringing nonstop.
Though Yun Tingting was uninhibited, she was actually cold toward many people.
And now, she had openly stated her ideal type.
So she likes tall, heroic men like me!
Shi Qianjin next door clenched his fists. Gu Tai upstairs flew into a rage. The boys of Class 3 downstairs were heartbroken. Even Guo Kunnan, who was playing badminton with Yun Tingting, was filled with resentment!
Guo Kunnan: Am I just a substitute?
Liu Chuandao was immersed in immense happiness.
Then he saw Yun Tingting's lips form the words, "I don't like your type!"
With that, Yun Tingting flicked her ponytail and continued playing.
Liu Chuandao froze where he stood.
At the same time, countless male students breathed a sigh of relief.
Liu Chuandao's face was stiff when Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan