Wang Yunxiao stood at the school gate with his hands shoved in his pockets, and before the person he was waiting for arrived, the uncle in the nearby security room couldn't help but ask, "Yuanxiao, heading out on a date?"
"What date!"
Wang Yunxiao hurriedly denied, "I'm here to pick up a friend."
The security uncle shook his head, smirked, and didn't ask further.
He might have stopped talking, but Wang Yunxiao felt completely uneasy.
The gate security uncle usually had little to say, like a gourd with a sawed-off mouth. Wang Yunxiao hardly ever had much conversation with him, so he didn't expect such a comment at this time, making it hard for him to save face.
"Uncle, why would you say I'm out to get a girlfriend?"
"You're not usually like this."
"How am I usually?"
"You're usually not so cocky."
