But what she said was nothing compared to all the previous rejections she had received.
She was so embarrassed she could hardly keep her composure.
Ye Zhou should have given her both breakfasts; she could have given the other one to her follower, Susan.
Susan would look on with envy and thank her for feeding her.
Ye Zhou's actions have now completely exceeded her expectations.
Inside the packaging bag, there was only one cup of soy milk left.
Jiang Jiayan put on a smile again.
"May I have this cup of soy milk, Ye Zhou?"
She has already humbled herself and said yes.
She would never utter those two words before; everything would be automatically delivered to her.
Ye Zhou's pen moved across the scrap paper, his entire being focused on his problem-solving approach.
In one minute, the correct answer was chosen.
Ye Zhou smiled, knowing he was right even without looking at the answer.
The most difficult part of the math multiple-choice questions was the last three. Ye Zhou hadn't touched high school problems for many years, so he was still a bit rusty.
He looked up, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"Oh? Do you want soy milk? Here you go."
Jiang Jiayan endured the most agonizing minute and finally witnessed Ye Zhou's expected compromise.
She reached for the soy milk.
As my pale fingertips touched the warm cup, I heard a sentence.
She was completely confused.
"Three yuan, WeChat or cash is fine."
At this moment, the students in the class were already whispering to each other.
"Hasn't Ye Zhou always liked Jiang Jiayan? What's going on today?"
Jiang Jiayan's pale fingertips were already turning red.
He almost gritted his teeth as he said, "Okay."
Wasn't Ye Zhou always unconditionally good to her?
But now he's doing this, deliberately embarrassing her in front of the whole class.
Ye Zhou wasn't like this before.
Jiang Jiayan held her soy milk and watched Ye Zhou start working on his problems again.
"Ye Zhou, is this really necessary? I don't agree to your pursuit, and this is how you treat me?"
“That’s an interesting point.” Ye Zhou looked up, his pen cap poking his chin.
"Jiang Jiayan, you need to get this straight. I'm willing to give it to Liu Tian because he's my good buddy. What do you have to do with me? Why should I give it to you for free?"
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