"Xiao Yu."
Ren Miao walked over in a casual manner, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
Perhaps by coincidence or by fate, the last physical education class on Friday morning brought the two classes together.
Understanding the situation, their roommates tactfully walked away.
Hong Xiaoyu watched the approaching girl with a complex look in his eyes.
Before, he was grateful for such serendipity; you could even say it was the class he looked forward to the most each week. But just before this class, he wanted to ask for sick leave.
He stood on the lawn, forcing a stiff smile.
"You're such a busy person now, huh? Did you really get mad at me?"
Ren Miao's jeans were rolled up, matched with a pair of Nike sneakers. Her hair, tied carelessly into a ponytail with a rubber band, gave her a fresh look.
Although she wasn't stunningly beautiful, in the prime of youth, which boy wouldn't wish for a girl to walk up to him from the crowd, her smile blossoming for him alone?
