Seeing him about to leave, the boy from earlier chased up to him again, "There's still evening study later, where are you going?"
Today is Friday, and evening study goes on as usual.
Because there is only an hour break after school in the afternoon, most of the day students choose to eat at the school cafeteria, saving the time it takes to travel back and forth.
Hayes Edwards held onto the handlebars of his bike, stretching out one long leg to support himself on the ground, his voice lazily hoarse with the strain of puberty, "Something came up, I took a leave."
Before the boy could ask what was going on, he was already riding his bike swiftly out of the school gate.
At that speed, in the blink of an eye, he was out of sight.
The boy shrugged helplessly while holding the basketball.
With this kind of personality, how come so many people still like him?
When Hayes Edwards got home, the sky was already completely dark, the street lights illuminated the ground in a dim yellow.
