Xiyan shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me."
Ji Yanche pulled a chair and sat on it backward, his arms sprawled across the backrest. "Alright, everyone. Get ready. Now, the official five-minute countdown starts—go!"
The performance room instantly plunged into silence, everyone nervously cramming their lines.
Ji Yanche nudged the vice president who was standing next to him with his elbow, lowering his voice. "Who's Xia Xiyan?"
"Sitting in the very last row, the one with straight bangs and long black hair!"
Following the vice president's pointed direction, Ji Yanche craned his neck. The chair tilted forward so much that he almost toppled onto the floor.
No way? That girl and the concept of attractiveness were galaxies apart!
His buddy Ou Jue had been self-disciplined for over ten years. Sometimes, Ji Yanche even doubted whether Ou Jue might like… men.
But now? Turns out Ou Jue's type is… this?
Um, let's just say it's a little hard to articulate.
Five minutes passed in a flash.
