"Yeah! There are still fifteen minutes left. Fortunately, I'm not late." He nervously glanced at the pink cartoon watch in his hand. Yang Ziliu hid behind the street lights in the park and looked forward with a pair of big eyes, wondering what he was doing.
"Twelve minutes left." As the minutes passed by, Yang Ziliu was not only busy looking at her watch, but also looking ahead. Once someone passed by, she would immediately stare at them like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Nine minutes."
"Seven minutes!"
"Four minutes... Two minutes... It's coming soon!" The closer the time came, the more nervous Zi Liu became. With only two minutes left, she simply stopped looking at her watch and just stared in front of her. As the time approached eight o'clock, which is usually the time for class, the crowd gradually increased. Suddenly, the bell of an unknown school rang in the distance, and Zi Liu was startled without warning.