Si Ruoran squinted and saw a backpack crash onto the ground.
Si Ruoran and Li Xiao hadn't been paying attention and ended up dropping the bicycle onto the ground.
"Ruoran, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Si Ruoran struggled to lift the bicycle off the ground while the books and pens in the front basket scattered everywhere, so she focused on one side and neglected the other. Li Xiao helped her pick things up.
The person who jumped down from the wall bent over to pick up the backpack from the ground and slung it casually over his shoulder.
He didn't really look like a student, with tattoos on his arm and short hair dyed a brownish-yellow. Four words floated in Si Ruoran's mind—refined scoundrel.
Si Ruoran took a glance and realized he had climbed over the wall from the school next door.
"Why is it you? How do you appear out of nowhere?"
