Having experienced the atmosphere of the playground once, Qingran never dared to go again.
A bit of noise in the classroom is fine—it's certainly better than the clamorous voices on the playground; at least there isn't a smell of sweat.
People who habitually gathered around the playground also noticed that their school's heartthrob was only briefly passionate about playing basketball; now, he has reverted to his previously lax demeanor.
As Friday came around, after eating lunch, Qingran, toting her books, planned to head to their physics study room early.
She was leaving through the back door and happened to run into Wen Shiyi, who was making her way around from the front door.
If we're really getting into the details, there was no actual tension between them. Qingran nodded to her cordially as a way of greeting.
