The discussions among the upperclassmen, who circled like hungry wolves, naturally reached his ears. Li Yuan's senses were now exceptionally sharp, and like any other man, he appreciated beauty.
Following the direction of the voices, Li Yuan's gaze scanned through the crowd until, suddenly, his attention was captivated. A tall girl with a delicate, snow-white oval face entered his line of sight. She wore light-blue skinny jeans, a collared T-shirt, and white sneakers, with her hair tied up in a high ponytail and a cream-colored backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Wow, she's gorgeous. I think I'm in love. That first-year is mine; don't any of you try to compete with me."
"Old Ye, take a look in the mirror. With that shabby look of yours, you think you have a chance?"
"He just blushes whenever he sees a pretty girl. He's all talk. If you want to see a real move, you have to watch me."
