"Wang Ying, what a coincidence."
That flamboyantly dressed man walked over and greeted Wang Ying.
Ignoring the look on Wang Ying's face that said she wanted to die, he paid no attention to Wang Yan's Teachings, who had two beat-up cameras slung at his side. His gaze swept past Xu Lin, who was holding back her laughter, lingered for a second on Xie Qiao, who was doing the same, and finally settled on the smiling Xiao Qianxi.
"Your classmates? Introduce us."
Wang Ying rolled her eyes, shot the man a fiery glare, then glared even more fiercely at Wang Yan's Teachings.
After letting out a long breath, she said, "This is my friend, Yang Cheng—Young Master Yang. These three beauties are my roommates. This is Xiao Qianxi, this is Xie Qiao, and this is Xu Lin."
"What about me?" Wang Yan's Teachings spoke up on his own.
"Are you even human?" Wang Ying snorted.
Wang Yan's Teachings laughed heartily and offered Yang Cheng his hand. "Hello, Young Master Yang. Let me introduce myself—Wang Yan's Teachings, photography major. Want a portrait session?"
"Thank you, but not for now." Yang Cheng declined politely.
"Come find me anytime you need one." Wang Yan's Teachings didn't mind. He then turned around and said, "You girls chat. Qianxi, let's go."
Thus, Yang Cheng watched helplessly as Xiao Qianxi, Xie Qiao, and Xu Lin followed Wang Yan's Teachings away. Dumbfounded, he asked, "Wait, who the hell is this guy?"
"Didn't I say? He studies photography at the Academy of Fine Arts. His name is Wang Yan's Teachings." Wang Ying sounded irritated. "Do you have something to say or not? If not, I'm leaving."
"Hey, don't go. Introduce them to me—especially that girl called Qianxi."
"I'm not doing that. Bye."
"Hot pot tonight?"
"No."
Watching Wang Ying