She didn't have much of a butt, but when she jumped and landed, the black bodycon skirt hugged her tightly, still showing off a bit of a curve.
"Teacher, let me give it a try!" Little Butterfly said.
Students liked to showcase their athletic abilities in front of their teachers; Gu Ran had once pretended to have a mental breakdown, performing feats of agility in front of a teacher, flipping over a three-meter-high wall at ease.
At the curb across from Mixue Ice City, he bought a milk tea for six yuan, then leisurely flipped back over.
That was his first time drinking milk tea, a taste he still remembered to this day.
Now that he thought about it, buying the milk tea was entirely to seem more nonchalant, like warming wine to slay Hua Xiong.
He shouldn't have spent those six yuan.
"Hey! Hey!" That was Little Butterfly hopping and jumping.
"Ahh—" That was Little Butterfly's sprint.
