The tall girl in front of me had hair that had been permed and dyed, and her dress sense was not that of a student; she was the type who knew how to apply makeup and cared about fashion, standing out among her peers.
However, when compared to the class president beside him, she seemed to lose her luster and appeared somewhat inferior.
This must be what they call "like repels like," Xu Xiangyang thought. No, it was probably more than that, because although the two girls had similar styles, in both foundation and skill the other girl fell short, making the difference obvious to anyone's eyes.
"I am."
Zhu Qingyue's face revealed the same gentle smile as always.
"Long time no see, 'class president'."
She obviously recognized the girl who had spoken to her.
Xu Xiangyang, standing aside, couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this.
Of course, he quickly realized that the girl referred to her having been the class president during their primary school days.
