On Monday morning, when Lan Kewei and Ye Ziqing stepped into the gate of Saint Yi School together, they heard the famous classmate from their school, nicknamed "Big Horn", standing in the school holding his signature weapon "Thorn".
The flag-raising platform broadcast:
"Students, pay attention! Everyone, please listen to me. We will recruit cheerleaders for the school sports meeting on Saturday from now on. Students who want to participate should hurry up and sign up! The opportunity is first come, first served."
"Tch, boring." Ye Ziqing curled her lips indifferently, then grabbed Lan Kewei's arm and prepared to continue walking forward.
But who would have expected that Lan Kewei suddenly stopped the car and stopped in place, refusing to continue walking: "Hey, hey, hey, wait a moment!"
"Are you... okay?" Ye Ziqing looked back at Lan Kewei, only to find that she had an excited expression on her face.
"Ye Zi, aren't you going to sign up?" Lan Kewei stared at the crowd of students at the school's flag-raising platform and asked Ye Ziqing casually.
"Uh..." Ye Ziqing was stunned at first, then shook her head and lied: "I don't have any plans yet."
"Ah? Aren't you ready to cheer for your boyfriend! He is the favorite to win the championship!" Lan Kewei looked at Ye Ziqing with her mouth wide open, with a puzzled look on her face.
"One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not less." Ye Ziqing shrugged her shoulders indifferently, but in fact, she was extremely worried in her heart.
"How come Mr. Yan has a girlfriend like you! If I were him, I wouldn't want you even if I died." Lan Kewei glared at Ye Ziqing with a look of contempt on her face.
"Hey, what do you mean by Lan Kewei?" Ye Ziqing was immediately unhappy when she heard Lan Kewei's words.
"No, it's not interesting." Lan Kewei saw that Ye Ziqing was showing signs of being angry, so she quickly waved her hand.
"Nervous." Ye Ziqing pouted, and then grabbed Lan Kewei's arm.
"Stop looking and go to class quickly!" After Ye Ziqing finished speaking, she dragged Lan Kewei forward.
"Just wait a moment! Let me think about it again." Lan Kewei glanced at the registration place reluctantly, unwilling to leave even if he died.
"What's there to think about? Could it be that you want to sign up?" Ye Ziqing suddenly realized this possibility.
"Zi Zi, you are so smart! I just want to sign up!" Lan Kewei looked surprised when she saw that Ye Ziqing had read through her inner thoughts.
"You don't have a fever, do you? Who are you signing up to cheer for??" Ye Ziqing asked, putting her hand on Lan Kewei's forehead with an unbelievable look on her face.
"Of course it's Brother Yu Feng!" When Lan Kewei said this, her face immediately turned into a look of infatuation.