When Zhang Xuan appeared at the entrance of the international class, the homeroom meeting was halfway through.
Her arrival made many boys in the classroom smile, and a few even cheered, whistling.
"Hello, teacher. Sorry, I'm late." The girl's voice was sweet, and her apology sounded sincere.
She stood obediently at the door with her backpack.
She wore the finely tailored Deane School uniform neatly: a white shirt, a super-short skirt, black knee-high socks embracing her slender legs, black mid-heel leather shoes spotless without a speck of dust, and her soft, long hair cascading loosely down her slender back. Her complexion was fair, and her features were delicate.
It was the typical first love face, the kind perfect for a teen idol drama—just a shy smile could easily win people over.
The most striking feature on her face was her slightly rounded apricot eyes, looking at people as if speaking, shimmering with a pool of spring water.
