Summary
I gained the ability to eavesdrop on the campus belle’s thoughts. While outwardly cold, she was screaming internally: “He looked at me, he looked at me!” “The way he just adjusted his glasses was so handsome, I want to have his babies!”
Until one day, she was fawning over a greasy school bully: “He looks so manly playing basketball…”
I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Lady, he just tripped and face-planted! You call that manly?”
She stared at me in shock, “How do you know what I’m thinking?”
The entire school heard her confession over the broadcast: “Zhang Yang! I want to marry you!”
I was mortified.
My mind buzzed. It was like someone had stuffed something into my ear…