Sun Ziqiang held a watermelon as he ate, telling Song Tan about someone asking for his phone number.
Song Tan instantly perked up, "You mean with Zhou Tianyu? How did it go? Is she pretty?"
Everyone also tacitly gathered around.
Sun Ziqiang chewed on the watermelon slowly, recalling, "She's okay, I guess. I don't remember clearly, definitely not as good-looking as you."
"But she has a generous personality, loves to laugh. Medium height, not fat, wearing a floral shirt, skin a bit dark, with a round face. When she smiles, there's a dimple on her cheek, quite deep, and her teeth are neat—"
Not like him, with uneven teeth, not pretty at all.
Everyone: ...You don't remember clearly?
"So, do you think there's a chance between them?" Song Tan switched to another question.
This time, Sun Ziqiang replied without hesitation:
"Of course there's a chance! If not, who would run up the mountain in the scorching heat of midday!"
