Jiang Linyuan thought there was a saying that put it perfectly: a poet's soul was often lonely.
It was only natural that Little Su and the Department Head couldn't understand his romantic side. He could understand that.
He stood between the two of them, silently watching the confession unfold.
When the girl didn't accept, the boy shouted again:
"Yiyi, be with me! If you shed even one tear from now on, I'll slaughter an entire city for you!"
Jiang Linyuan didn't hold back as he mocked him:
"Don't you think his lines are incredibly cringey? He just copied something he found online and is using it here?"
He paused, then flashed a smug smile:
"If it were me, I'd say, 'If you take a dump from now on, I'll give you a pack of toilet paper.'"
Su Muzhi didn't even want to look at him anymore. She turned her back to him.
Shen Wanyu sighed and moved a little farther away from him.
The people around them glanced at Jiang Linyuan strangely.
What kind of bizarre creature was he?
The girl being confessed to looked terribly embarrassed as she faced the boy. Being confessed to in public was awkward enough, but then he'd gone and recited lines so cringey they made her toes curl.
She summoned her courage and shouted:
"Sorry, but I don't want to be with you!"
Her voice rang out loud and clear this time. Even Jiang Linyuan, standing at the edge of the crowd, could hear her.
But the onlookers acted as though they hadn't heard her. They cheered even louder, as if deliberately trying to drown out the girl's rejection.
"Get together! You have to get together!"
"Say yes! Say yes!"
The boy who'd confessed was secretly delighted. He'd hired a few people to stir