Xie Ying'an threatened Old Wu in the class, and Old Wu couldn't really do anything about it.
Otherwise, what?
Force him to transfer classes? Just hand over the top student of the grade on a silver platter?
Old Wu admitted to himself that he wasn't that magnanimous, especially now that Li Qingran, who was second in the grade, also showed intentions of transferring classes. He even felt a bit panicked.
The budding affection between Xie Ying'an and Li Qingran couldn't escape Old Wu's discerning eyes.
It might be just one-sided from Xie Ying'an now, but who could say for sure over time?
Old Wu had seen too many such cases, sixteen or seventeen years old is exactly the age when young love begins to blossom.
As long as their grades don't slip, he chose to turn a blind eye to it; after all, how many high school romances can last until marriage?
