Chapter 167 School flower ranking!?

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Chapter 167 School flower ranking!?

The atmosphere in the room shifted as the doors to the private room swung open once again.

All eyes turned toward the entrance, curiosity dancing in their gazes as Bai Wenling stepped in, accompanied by an unfamiliar face.

The newcomer's presence injected a sense of intrigue into the gathering, momentarily diverting their attention from their ongoing conversations.

Bai Wenling's lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes darting between the occupants of the room. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," she announced, her voice carrying a note of excitement. "This is Mo Chen."

Mo Chen stepped forward, his eyes sparkling with newfound interest as they landed on the three girls seated in seiza around the table. He couldn't help but openly stare, captivated by their presence.

Unintentionally, his expression revealed his fascination, causing Bai Wenling to flush slightly with embarrassment.

Mo Chen drew in a steadying breath, his nod a courteous introduction, accompanied by the trace of eagerness in his voice. "Hello, everyone," he greeted, the hint of anticipation palpable in his words.

The trio of girls shared subtle glances, curiosity dancing in their eyes as they returned his greeting with composed nods and gentle smiles.

Among them, Xie Meirong's demeanor remained polite, her gaze measured as she assessed the newcomer as boring.

Bai Wenling, her cheeks faintly tinged with a rosy hue due to Mo Chen's unbashed gaze upon the trio of women, she cleared her throat softly to remind him of his demeanour.

She continued with introductions, her tone light as she moved the conversation along. "Mo Chen, allow me to introduce you to Song Shoushan, Xie Meirong, and Xiong Mei."

But her gaze faltered briefly when it reached the unfamiliar figure seated right next to Xiong Mei, prompting Zhang Wei to take the initiative.

He spoke, his voice smooth and deliberate. "I'm Zhang Wei, and I'm here with Shanshan," he explained, addressing her mild confusion directly and causing a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere.

Bai Wenling's eyes flickered with surprise at the mention of "Shanshan," a hint of amusement lighting up her gaze.

Simultaneously, Xie Meirong, who had been rather aloof until then, surprised everyone by finally responding.

A light chuckle escaped her lips, her demeanor softening with a faint smile. "Looks like the girl has a thing for older boys," she remarked, her words carrying a playful tone.

This unexpected comment set off another ripple of reactions in the room.

Amid the laughter and chatter, Song Shoushan couldn't help but stand up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She exclaimed, "He's just a friend! Why can't I have older friends?" Her words were an attempt to clarify the situation, but Xie Meirong seemed to purposefully ignore her, feigning innocence.

This exchange left Bai Wenling slightly helpless, unsure of how to defuse the situation.

She turned her gaze toward Zhang Wei, hoping for some assistance, but to her surprise, he appeared completely unfazed by the unfolding drama.

A flicker of complexity danced in her eyes as she pondered, 'Could he really be Song Shoushan's boyfriend?'

Caught in this web of curiosity and speculation, Bai Wenling's gaze alternated between Song Shoushan and Zhang Wei, searching for any clues that might offer insight into their relationship.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei continued to maintain his calm demeanor, casually sipping his tea as if the chaos around him had no effect on him whatsoever.

Suddenly, Mo Chen's frowned staring at Song Shoushan, he repeated her name into his mind, as his frown deepened with a glimmer of recognition flickering across his face.

He leaned forward slightly, his curiosity evident in his eyes as he directed a question at Song Shoushan, "Are you Song Shoushan from Minghui High School, Class 1-A?"

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Song Shoushan, momentarily taken aback, met his gaze with a mixture of surprise and wariness. "You know me?" she asked, her tone a blend of curiosity and caution.

Mo Chen's smile brightened as he confirmed, "I'm from Class 1-B." He chuckled softly, a touch of awkwardness entering his demeanor. "I never expected to run into Bai Fumia, the second-ranked student in the school, here." His words held a hint of self-deprecation, drawing a mix of reactions from those present.

The atmosphere around the table shifted, and intrigued gazes turned towards Bai Wenling, the realization of her identity creating a buzz of interest.

"School Fairy?"

"Bai Fumia?"

Xiong Mei's voice carried a note of curiosity, her words hinting at an undercurrent of shared knowledge among the group.

Amidst the unfolding dialogue, Xiong Mei turned her attention to Song Shoushan, her tone inquisitive. "Shanshan, isn't it about time you revealed your secret identity to your new girlfriends as well?" The remark caused a ripple of laughter among the group, though Song Shoushan's frustrated glare clearly indicated her displeasure at Mo Chen's unintentional revelation.

Mo Chen, now red-faced and sheepish under Song Shoushan's gaze, squirmed slightly.

The words had slipped out, leaving him with no choice but to weather her irritation.

His eyes then shifted from one girl to another as he murmured their names to himself, committing them to memory.

But it was the quiet intensity of Xie Meirong's gaze that drew him in the most. He felt an inexplicable connection, a curiosity that transcended words.

As his gaze shifted, he couldn't help but frown slightly upon recognizing Zhang Wei. The realization hit him like a jolt, the same person who owned the Ferrari from earlier.

Xie Meirong's lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes carrying an air of mystery as they locked with Mo Chen's gaze.

Sensing his curiosity, she held his stare for a fleeting moment before looking away, her demure demeanor shrouded in an aura of mystery.

As Bai Wenling motioned for Mo Chen to join them, he took a seat behind Xie Meirong. The moment his presence was noted, Xie Meirong's actions seemed to communicate volumes.

Without a word, she gracefully picked up her tea cup and fluidly moved to a different spot, seating herself beside Bai Wenling.

The seamless transition spoke louder than words, hinting at an underlying dynamic that Mo Chen wasn't privy to.