Just like that, with this self-comforting mentality, she went from 16 to 17 years old.
The summer of her sophomore year was probably the saddest and most difficult summer for Rong Chong ‘er ever since she grew up.
It was the finals of a basketball match in her sophomore year. Because they were in different classes, Rong Chong ‘er could only stay in her own class to cheer for glory. Their sophomore year, Class A, class 1, had a fierce competition with Feng Yuxi’s sophomore year, Class A, class 2, finally, they entered the finals.
Rong Chong er could only watch Feng Yuxi, but she couldn’t run over to cheer for him. In a match, it was inevitable that there would be physical collisions. Every time she saw a classmate’s elbow bump into Feng Yuxi, she would nervously clench her fists, she wished she could beat the classmate who bumped into Feng Yuxi into a pig’s head.
