Their gazes collided.
Zhuang Ke was taken aback at first, her hand unconsciously tightened around the textbook, but after only two seconds, she had quickly calmed her emotions and waved to Jiang Ruan with a smile.
"Xiaoruan, over here."
Jiang Ruan, chewing on candy, put both hands in her tracksuit pockets and lazily made her way toward Zhuang Ke.
Her face didn't betray any obvious emotions. The corners of her mouth were tinted with a teasing smile, seemingly in a good mood.
She went to the front of Zhuang Ke, sat opposite her, crossed one leg over the other, and lazily asked: "What are you reading?"
Zhuang Ke, with a sweet smile on her lips, showed the cover to Jiang Ruan.
"It's a French textbook, I'm majoring in French."
At her comment, Jiang Ruan's thin eyebrows barely lifted.
Her bewitching almond eyes squinted a little, she laughed: "So you are in the French Department."
