"Running so fast, you should be able to get a good place tomorrow." Watching Lin Li's back, Ding Sihan couldn't help but speak with a smile.
"Indeed." Qu Wanqiu nodded with a smile too, "Born to be a good deserter."
Chen Yu Ying slightly lowered her head, her hands still holding her phone. Her right thumb was busy, constantly opening WeChat and then returning to the main screen, repeating this meaningless command. Her left fingers were rubbing the edge of the phone.
Her cheeks, which had turned pale after resting, now blushed faintly again, as if stained by the sunset of an autumn day.
Finally, the phone screen became boring, and her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Chen Yu Ying couldn't help but sneak a glance in the direction Lin Li had left, her lips curving up before quickly pressing them down.
