In the brightly lit alley, after dinner, many people enjoyed the cool night breeze outside.
The weather in September was not cold, even retaining some of the summer heat, making it slightly uncomfortable for those who felt the heat.
"You're going to participate in the basketball game? Just don't get knocked out in the first round of the group stages," Shen Mo scoffed.
Although the teenager voiced this, his slightly reddening cheeks had already given him away.
As far as An Yeran was concerned, he had always trusted her.
"Let's make a bet," An Yeran said, "If I get through the group stages, you can only call me Sister Ran from then on, deal?"
Shen Mo has never called An Yeran by that name, except for that time in her second grade.
