... there really is something he wants to tell me.
Xu Xiangyang kept his chest out while running, rhythmically adjusting his breathing.
His gaze inadvertently drifted to the side.
Morning exercises were a ubiquitous collective activity on campus, as noisy and bustling as any other student activity.
Some were sneakily walking inside the track, trying to run as little as possible; while others pretended to tie their shoelaces, resting on the spot for a while, then cutting across the meadow, taking a diagonal shortcut to catch up with their class's lineup.
Of course, if caught by a teacher, they'd get a scolding and points deducted for discipline.
Additionally, several groups of girls could be seen sitting on the lawn, resting and chatting leisurely, mostly because they were on their period.
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