There are no secrets in a small town, so when Xue Kui, who was wearing two braids and carrying a schoolbag, jumped back to her small alley, she was blocked by the shiny black car in front of her, which blocked the intersection less than two meters away from the alley. After Xue Kui tried turning sideways but could not get in through the gap between the car and the wall, the eleven-year-old Xue Kui tightened the schoolbag strap on her back, picked up the skirt of her school uniform with both hands and kicked the big black insect in front of her, then climbed up.
Xue Kui, who was about to turn over from the roof of the car, looked at the ground and nodded with satisfaction. Fortunately, it was not very high. It should be fine if he jumped.
"What are you doing?"
A male voice with a flat tone sounded behind Xue Kui.
"Can't you tell I'm jumping out of the car?" Xue Kui turned around and answered without thinking, her thick and long braids drawing a circle in the air.
The boy in front of her who seemed to be about the same age as herself crossed his hands on his chest and looked up at her.
When the sun went down, the sunlight was no longer so dazzling, but when the dim halo of light hit him layer by layer, Xue Kui had to admit that he had found the standard of aesthetics when he was eleven years old.
"You're shining!"
Xue Kui jumped down, clapped her little hands and stood next to the boy.
Ji Changyuan glanced at her, nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled.
"You're going crazy."