I Thought You Were a Good Person

I Thought You Were a Good Person

There was a saying at the drinking table: if someone held their liquor well, they had good character. In a teacher's eyes, a person's handwriting reflected who they were. You could tell what kind of student someone was just by looking at the characters they wrote.

Wang Yue had no idea his handwriting had already won over the homeroom teacher. Once he finished writing, he returned to his seat. As he passed the row where Song Xiaonan and Lin Xiangzhi sat, he even raised his eyebrows smugly.

Who would've thought Lin Xiangzhi wouldn't react at all, while Song Xiaonan blushed at his little show.

Wang Yue didn't mind that Lin Xiangzhi hadn't reacted. Song Xiaonan's response had already proved how charming he was. But his good mood lasted only until he got back to his seat, where it vanished without a trace.

After sitting down, Wang Yue casually glanced toward Lin Xiangzhi and saw that she happened to be sneaking a look back at him, too. He thought she'd just reacted a beat slower than Song Xiaonan.

Still, Wang Yue didn't mind. Good things were worth waiting for, after all. He figured Lin Xiangzhi must have been captivated by his handsome looks, so he quickly adjusted his sitting angle to give her a devastating profile.

Wang Yue's chosen angle was no accident. It made him look especially handsome, and with the sunlight falling across his face, anyone gazing at it would see it through a soft, dreamy haze, like something out of a fairy tale.

Back in the day, he'd used this trick to flirt with Lin Miaomiao more times than he could count. It had made her heart race, and she'd been left staring at him in a daze.

But here, after