Yan Zejing held his cheek and stared at the back of the transfer student's head sitting at the front table and thought: He has such a loud voice and talks so much.
Shao Meizi, who was sitting at the front table, felt an inexplicable coldness on the back of her head.
Yan Zejing was on his way home from his evening self-study when he saw a group of figures riding bicycles not far in front of him and made a judgment: the bicycle was a bit big and didn't fit well in his legs.
Shao Mei pedaled her bicycle hard and suddenly felt a cool night breeze blowing by.