In the photo, Xu Jingchun pouted her lips and showed a cute expression, and behind her was An Rui, tilting her head and staring silently out of the window.
Xu Jingchun grinned and turned around with her phone in hand.
"Dang-dang-dang! Look at it!"
She held up her phone and waved it in front of An Rui, finally catching An Rui's gaze.
"My photography skills are pretty good! This is the first photo of the two of us together!" Xu Jingchun said with a smile.
An Rui glanced at her indifferently and continued to look out the window in a daze as if nothing had happened.
At this time, You Haomin walked over, sat leisurely on Xu Jingchun's desk, slung his legs and asked, "Jingchun, how about playing billiards after school?"
"Okay!" Xu Jingchun turned around and nodded happily.
You Haomin then looked at An Rui and asked kindly: "Autistic girl, how about we go together?"
An Rui didn't answer and completely ignored You Haomin's existence.
Xu Jingchun quietly pinched You Haomin's thigh, winked at him, and then said to An Rui with a friendly smile: "An Rui, let's go together! We are all classmates, so we can only have fun playing together."
"I like to be alone." An Rui turned around, looked at Xu Jingchun and said lightly.
You Haomin has a bitter look on his face. This is probably the first time in his life that he has encountered such a strange girl!
The atmosphere between the three of them once again dropped to minus n degrees Celsius.
6°
In the luxurious billiards room, under a spotlight, Yan Feiyu stared at the bar with all his attention, aiming at a purple No. 8 ball.
"Bang--"
After several collisions, ball No. 8 rolled into the hole.
You Haomin stood aside, holding the club in his arms and watching Yan Feiyu play.
As long as Yan Feiyu comes on the court, he and You Haomin will never have a chance to touch the table.
Who said Feiyu's skills were superior to him?
"Hey, Feiyu, that girl you have a crush on doesn't betray me at all." You Haomin muttered.
Yan Feiyu couldn't help but feel startled. The hand holding the club shook subconsciously, and the ball missed the mark.