Shengzhe Middle School
Qin Minghao stood in the third-floor corridor, resting against the railing and looking down. He scanned the scene but couldn't spot the diminutive top student from the first year.
Usually, at this time of the day, the unsophisticated little top student from the first year would be dragged out by others, but today, her figure was nowhere to be seen.
Qin Minghao couldn't help but frown.
"What are you looking at?"
Someone patted Qin Minghao's shoulder.
Without looking, Qin Minghao knew who it was: "Nothing."
He turned around, and sure enough, it was Zhong Boyang.
Zhong Boyang glanced downstairs: "What are you peeping at every day downstairs, not like there's anything interesting going on."
Qin Minghao felt a bit displeased: "What're you planning to do after school today?"
Zhong Boyang smiled: "Didn't Jiayao say we're going to her place after school today? How could you forget?"
