Suddenly, the boy's speed increased and he turned into an alley. When Yu Yuanyuan ran out panting, there was no one in front of him.
Yu Yuanyuan looked at two more forks in the road ahead, feeling secretly anxious as she didn't know which way the boy was going.
Just when I was about to walk along a random road, I was suddenly grabbed by the collar.
Yu Yuanyuan only felt a spin, her back was pressed against the cold wall, and there was a heavy pressure attack from the front.
She raised her head in horror and looked at the young man in front of her who was holding her collar, her eyes flickering.
The young man raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, "It's you again? How long are you going to follow me?"
"No...no"
Yu Yuanyuan caught the flash of coldness in his eyes, and was stunned for a moment, but when she looked again, she saw a look of indifference.
"No? Then don't tell me that you happen to be walking the same road as me?"
"Yeah," Yu Yuanyuan was so embarrassed at being caught that she couldn't think about anything else. She just nodded along with him, wanting to prove her innocence.
But her face still smiled involuntarily, and she lowered her head in embarrassment
He has never done such a thing, will he... look down on her?
The young man quickly let go of her collar, put his hands into his trouser pockets, took a step back, and looked at her sideways.
"This method of striking up a conversation has become outdated a long time ago. Let's find some good excuses to come back again in the future."
"But..." After a pause, he said in a tone that sounded extremely disdainful, "Your type is not my type."
After he finished walking, he turned around and left in a cool manner
After walking a few steps, she looked back with extremely cold eyes. Even though she was used to seeing Xia Zihao's sinister eyes, Yu Yuanyuan felt chills.
"Don't follow me anymore"
Yu Yuanyuan leaned against the wall in a daze, unable to react for a long time. She looked at the alley where the boy disappeared, and her mood plummeted.
She found the school in despair, and once again she was disappointed.
Even though she had known for a long time that this was a third-rate school with no reputation, she never thought that this school was so bad...
The signboard at the door was hanging crookedly, and the two iron doors were all rusty. They felt like they would fall down with every push. There was an old man lying on the table in the duty room and snoring.