Han Ming looked concerned, "Your class's heart is really quite big, Xiao Yan doesn't look like she's a runner."
On the field, Lu Qingyan stepped forward with her group.
The moment she took off her pink-and-white coat—fluffy tail swaying behind her like a kitschy cartoon mascot—there was a brief pause among the surrounding students.
The sleeves slid down to reveal her delicate arms.
Her school-issue shorts exposed her legs: long, slim, but toned in a way that came from quiet perseverance, not gym selfies.
A murmur buzzed in the crowd.
"Whoa, she's actually pretty."
"This little sister is quite pretty, so fresh and pure. Which class is she from?"
"Probably from Special Class. Will it be okay? She seems a little weak."
Peng Jianda cheered from a distance, "Xiao Yan, don't be nervous!"
一Off to the side, Tang Jie quietly ridiculed, "You don't say, with her little arms and slender legs, she looked as if she'd fall down the next second—"
