Zhong Chushan disdainfully pushed aside Chen Buyu's clingy actions.
"So many people are watching, you may not care, but I still want to save face. Do you know what others are saying about us, the two spoiled brats? They say we have the habit of sharing peaches," Zhong Chushan said irritably. "No matter how happy you are, don't throw yourself on me, or if others see it, those rumors will be confirmed."
"Never mind what others say. As long as we have a clear conscience," Chen Buyu was in such a good mood that he didn't bother with those who spread rumors.
Looking at his own ranking, then at Zhong Chushan's, Chen Buyu said with some dissatisfaction, "I'm not much worse than you. Why are there eighty people between us?"
"Are you suggesting that the examiners' judgment is poor?"
"Anyway, I don't think I'm worse than you—maybe just that my calligraphy is a bit lacking," Chen Buyu said with a look of defiance.
