"Classmate, do you know where Class 102, the first grade of high school is?" Yi Qing panted and called to the girl in front of her, but the girl didn't seem to hear her and walked on by herself.
"Classmate?" She continued to call her without giving up.
The girl in front was wearing a Bluetooth headset and eating bubble gum. With her neutral dress and short hair, she looked unapproachable. This was Yi Qing's comment on her when they first met her.
Intention: I like you. We meet you by chance even if we go around eight streets.