After enduring three classes, the fourth class was finally a break from sitting in the classroom.
Yu Xia returned to Xie Qingci's pocket, being taken around like a ride in a truck.
He walked ahead of a few classmates, and when Zuo Ling called him while holding a basketball, he didn't slow down.
"Hey, what's up with you today? It's not like you're rushing to the bathroom, why are you walking so fast?"
Xie Qingci casually lifted a hand, still leaving them with a view of his back.
"The air's better up front."
Just as he said that, as he reached the last step of the second-floor staircase, a girl came running down the hallway with an armful of exercise books, turning her head to talk to someone behind her as she ran.
What a beautiful scene, the boy looking fresh and handsome, the girl holding the exercise books, her hair and skirt fluttering in the air, it was almost like they were about to collide in a classic romantic encounter around the corner—
