After looking at Ye Jian, who was surrounded by her classmates, and An Jiaxin, Zhang Bin decided that he would look for her after school instead.
Another boy patted Zhang Bin on his shoulders and laughed, "Hey, Zhang Bin, you're looking at An Jiaxin again. If you really like her, why don't you write her a love letter? It would be good to let her know."
"But you have to be careful. Don't let the teachers know. Her form teacher Mrs. Tong might be nice, but she's quite scary when she's strict."
"What are you saying? The new transfer student Ye Jian is also my junior high classmateβ¦"
As the voice gradually drifted away, Ye Jian looked at Zhang Bin, who came over but went away, and whispered to An Jiaxin, "Shall we find Zhang Bin after school?"
"What for? He's not free in the afternoon. He's a sports specialty student. He needs to train every afternoon after school, and he stays in his grandmother's house, not on campus."
