"Tingting, you were so over-the-top today. You never stopped talking!" After Chen Shouyi left, Wang Xiaojuan, who had spent the whole time standing quietly like a wooden post, couldn't help saying.
The excited smile faded from Song Tingting's face. A hint of worry appeared on her fair, delicate features. "Did I talk too much? I wonder if Senior will get annoyed. I usually don't talk much with him. I was just so excited today that I couldn't really control myself."
"Is that really necessary? He's only a little handsome. Be careful, acting like you're throwing yourself at him like that. He might take everything you've got and sell you off, and you'd still be helping him count the money!" Wang Xiaojuan, plain-looking and practical by nature, couldn't understand her.
"Senior isn't that kind of person. He's very innocent and kind." Song Tingting immediately came to his defense. Then she added, "Besides, what does it matter? I'm willing anyway!"
"You're hopeless. I'm done trying to talk sense into you." Wang Xiaojuan looked at Song Tingting, who was acting like a lovesick fool, and sighed. "What should we do this afternoon? How about going to the library to study? The workload is so heavy now, it's practically like senior year of high school. I thought college would be a little easier!"
As she was speaking, Song Tingting suddenly giggled.
Wang Xiaojuan was completely baffled. She silently went over what she'd just said, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't find anything funny or even remotely humorous.
She pushed up her glasses and asked, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at all of a sudden?"
"Senior's got a bald head. It's so funny! I really want to touch it!"
Wang Xiaojuan: ...
So you didn't hear a word I just