There was a saying: the essence of hot pot was spiciness on both ends—first your mouth, then your backside.
At least, that was what a lot of people in the class group chat thought after the dinner ended.
Jiang Linyuan was fine, though. Superman Robust Body, kid.
With Huang Taoyan making a fool of herself at dinner, he'd more or less guessed who had given him that pink notebook.
If it wasn't Little Madwoman, then there was even less reason to ask. Asking would just be a waste of effort.
How to put it?
You pretended not to like me, and I pretended not to know.
We'd all have a bright future.
Back at school, he was back to being a workhorse, helping organize the Music Festival.
The Music Festival was coming along quickly, and they were already at the final stage of arranging the clubs' performances.
In the meeting room, a sexy girl spoke to Jiang Linyuan with a dissatisfied look.
"Jiang Linyuan, I think our Street Dance Club's performance should go second-to-last! That's how it's always been!"
"That's not up to me. Besides, is the performance order really that important?"
Jiang Linyuan replied without looking up.
"Of course it is! The best performances should be saved for last, shouldn't they? You people in the External Relations Department deal with the sponsors the most. Isn't the program lineup whatever they say it is?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly toward Jiang Linyuan, then gave him a dry little wink. When he didn't react, she quickly winked seven or eight more times.
"What are you doing? If you've got eye gunk, go wash your eyes."
"I... I'm batting my eyelashes at you!"
The girl shouted, her face turning red.
Jiang Linyuan glanced at the D above her head.
That