Xiao Heqing was now one of the pretty girls hotly discussed among the boys. The moment she appeared, whether they had heard of her or not, the boys of Class One all turned to look, unanimously captivated by her pure and sweet appearance.
"Is this girl really that pretty? Who is she?"
"She looks this good even in a military training uniform?"
"Isn't that He Qing from Class Three? What is she doing here?"
"Looks like she's delivering something to someone... Does she have a best friend in our class? Or maybe..."
The boys whispered among themselves, many curious about who she was walking toward.
At this moment, the boy who had his elbow resting on Lin Zhengran's shoulder—the same one who had just praised He Qing's beauty—spoke up shyly. "He Qing? Why is she in our class?" He froze for a second. "Holy shit! Why is she walking towards us? Don't tell me she's looking for me?!" His heart raced with nervousness.
