On the first day I transferred to another school, I was blocked in the stairwell by the school belle.
She sneered: "I heard that you were admitted from a rural middle school? Don't hold our class back."
Before I could speak, a clear male voice came from behind: "I invited her here."
The school belle's face instantly turned pale. The whole school knew that the iceberg boy who was always ranked first in his grade never let anyone touch his things.
But he not only helped me carry my schoolbag, but also handed me a bottle of water with the cap unscrewed in front of the whole class.
When someone asked about it later, he smiled faintly: "The person you have been chasing for three years finally comes to your side and you are not allowed to be pampered?"
