"Don't just look at me, start dancing the social dance you just learned!"
Zhong Hao, who had successfully proposed and got the beauty, waved his hand to try to liven up the atmosphere.
But these young boys and girls in the early stage of love still seemed reserved and shy.
So, he went to a male student, pretended to be holding a microphone, and asked him with an outstretched hand:
"What do you think of that girl? Is she pretty?"
With that, Zhong Hao pointed to a beautiful girl with a ponytail.
Having observed them for three days, he had noticed the boy's gaze constantly drifting to her.
It was the kind of gaze that secretly stole glances at someone while doing rotation exercises during morning exercises.
The youthful little thoughts were all exposed just by looking at their eyes.
"Pretty."
