"Need help?"
There was a voice coming from the top of the stairs. He An raised his head and saw a boy standing on the third floor of the stairs. One hand was in his pocket and the other was holding a book. He seemed to be about to pass by, but stopped because he heard his voice.
The man was tall and slender, with a bowed posture that was a bit arrogant. The zipper of his school uniform was neatly pulled under the collar of his white shirt. He wore black casual pants and shoes on his legs, ordinary black, a typical good student.
He An was most impatient with this kind of pretentious character, and immediately said: "No need."
Qiangqiang, Zhuma, the story of two teenagers growing up together, HE, Jiang.