On this day, Yue Qingqing was walking across the back playground, ready to go to class.
A volleyball suddenly came flying toward her face without any warning.
Fast and fierce.
If it hit her, it wouldn't be disfiguring, but it would definitely cause a concussion.
However, in an instant, Yue Qingqing's head tilted back.
The volleyball whizzed by, almost brushing her nose.
Cutting through the air with a sharp sound.
Bang—bang—
The volleyball hit the nearby tree and bounced on the ground a few times.
Leaves rustled and shook down.
The climate here is exactly opposite to China's; it was midsummer.
The path was filled with scantily clad men and women.
The volleyball eventually rolled to Yue Qingqing's feet, and she picked it up.
"Whose?"
A few girls walked over from not far away, led by a girl with a full figure, quite tall, looking over one meter seventy.
The aura she carried as she walked was astounding.
