Li Yuanyuan was true to her name: she was very fair and round, but not ugly—just a bit overweight. At this moment, she held popcorn in her hand, relentlessly popping it into her mouth.
"How can you still be eating? Didn't you say you wanted to lose weight?" Xia Wei'er advised.
"Heh, can't seem to lose it," she chuckled.
Li Yuanyuan laughed and then changed the subject, "Wei'er, Ma Gangqiang will be on the field in a moment. Don't get too excited."
"Hmph."
Remembering the incident from that day, Xia Wei'er had completely lost any good feelings towards Ma Gangqiang.
"What's wrong? Do you dislike Ma Gangqiang now?"
"I think he's pretty handsome, and he's good at basketball, too. Everyone in our class says he resembles Liuchuan Feng," said Li Yuanyuan.
"Can we not talk about him? Just hearing his name annoys me."
As Xia Wei'er glanced at the basketball court, she spotted Tang Ming.
