That damned thing she stubbornly refused to admit—how could Song Yang confess to it on her behalf?
Yun Sisi widened her eyes, staring at Song Yang. From Song Yang's perspective, he thought she was overwhelmed by his heroic gallantry.
Even though he'd face disciplinary action, he still felt a bit self-satisfied.
"Teacher, punish me if you must, but this has nothing to do with Sisi."
"Nothing to do?! The dean was furious, practically steaming, "Your poor academic performance is one thing, but why would you drag down a good student with you?"
The dean suddenly recalled the last basketball competition held at school when Song Yang had sat with Yun Sisi to watch and openly confessed his affection for her.
At that time, seeing that Yun Sisi seemed reluctant to sit with Song Yang, he'd only berated Song Yang.
Who would've thought that this time, the two of them would sneak off for a midday rendezvous in the storage room?
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it felt.
