"Ahem."
Qin Shoucheng let out a dry cough. After staring at Zeng Anmin for a long time, his hand beneath the desk subconsciously clenched into a fist. He didn't even know why his fists always itched whenever he saw this brat...
Qin Shoucheng's eyes widened in a glare. He had just been trying to think of an excuse to move Zeng Anmin to a different seat. Then, he spotted the Little Fatty Crown Prince standing behind Zeng Anmin.
His glaring eyes widened even further, his pupils contracting. The words on the tip of his tongue instantly dissolved into a violent fit of coughing.
"COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"
"You... why are you here at the Imperial College?" Fortunately, his reaction wasn't slow. Seeing that the Crown Prince was wearing ordinary clothes and hadn't exposed his identity, Qin Shoucheng maintained a neutral attitude, grasping the measure of the situation perfectly.
