Wang Yihan listened and laughed, replying, "Then suit yourself!"
Just like that, Ye Chen proactively moved his seat next to Wang Yihan's to get closer to her.
Since he was sitting with Wang Yihan, Ye Chen couldn't just sleep in class; otherwise, he would face Wang Yihan's disdain.
Ye Chen persevered through the morning, though he was on the verge of collapse.
Whenever Ye Chen listened to the lecture, he felt drowsy.
Still, he gritted his teeth and stuck it out for the whole morning.
What made Ye Chen feel even worse was that Wang Yihan wouldn't talk about anything personal, except when asking questions.
At noon, Tiger came over, put his arm around Ye Chen's shoulder, and with a smile asked, "Chen, how was your morning?"
"Terrible, terribly awful!" Ye Chen shrugged in frustration.
"Continuing this afternoon?" Tiger asked again.
"Not even if you kill me!" Ye Chen waved his hand.
