By the wall.
Zhao Yi and Lin Xiaoqing stood in a row, both looking down at their toes, their movements identical.
In that moment.
Zhao Yi deeply considered his facial expressions and reactions.
Because of the decade-plus worth of memories in his brain, he always felt like he was in his thirties. Coupled with his achievements after rebirth, his mentality hadn't been adjusted for a long time. Doing something with Lin Xiaoqing felt like luring an ignorant teenage girl as a creepy uncle. When Lin Xudong saw him, his natural reaction was subconscious embarrassment.
But in reality?
He was only eighteen years old.
A typical eighteen-year-old high school student, when caught "kissing" a girl by her parents, what would their reaction be?
Head bowed.
Uneasy, helpless, and apprehensive.
"That's right, this gesture!"
"This reaction is more likely to fool them."
