Liu Chang'an entered the classroom to find Zhu Juntang standing where she was, holding the canned fruit like a fairy descended to earth clutching some jar-shaped magical artifact.
She raised the can, then lowered it, gesturing at her own chest. She felt that only Qin Yanan's could compare with this enormous can.
If she used this can to smash someone, their head would bleed. If she used Qin Yanan's to smash someone, their nose would bleed—especially if she smashed Liu Chang'an with them. It would be most effective at breaking his invulnerable body.
"Hahaha!" Zhu Juntang burst out laughing at the thought. Her imagination was truly amusing. As expected of an unparalleled beauty who possessed a cute appearance, an interesting soul, and a lovely body all in one—the Princess Mie Mie, the little fairy.
There simply wasn't anyone among ordinary mortals worthy of someone like her, so she never needed to worry about such mundane matters as love and romance. People like Qin Yanan, Antarctica, and Bai Hui were all beneath her.
Of course, she only thought things like that to herself. After all, she was a sinister and cunning sort; speaking ill of others behind their backs was what made her clever.
Wait, Liu Chang'an and Yan Qingcheng had disappeared from her sight again at the same time. This was not the time to be smug like a little lamb. She couldn't make another mistake. What if Yan Qingcheng took the chance to feed Liu Chang'an lychees? If she saw that, her mentality would explode one hundred percent, and even a fairy's composure would not hold.
Zhu Juntang hurriedly screwed the lid back on, grabbed the little plastic fork, and jogged into the classroom. She couldn't even be bothered to have Bread Man hold the giant can and stand