"Phew!"
An You felt like this guy was like a piece of taffy—once he stuck, he couldn't be shaken off or torn away no matter what.
"Disgusting!"
She glared at An Yang. With no other choice, she could only do some simple movements, like stretching her ligaments, while simultaneously nagging, "It's still the lunch break right now. When class starts later and the classmates all come back, you are not allowed to linger here anymore!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." An Yang answered very readily.
"Honestly!"
While placing her long legs, wrapped in rhythm pants, onto the stretching rack, An You complained with a dissatisfied expression on her face, all the while reaching out to rhythmically press down on her thighs.
As for Xiao Xueer, she was doing some dance moves off to the side. Even these ordinary movements were full of aesthetic appeal and temptation when she performed them, causing the eyes of many male students outside the window to go straight.
However, since Comrade Xiao Qian and An You were both present, An Yang felt too embarrassed to keep staring.
After watching An You for a short while, he couldn't help himself anymore and spoke up, "I remember you learned dance back in middle school and high school, and you even frequently performed on stage. How come after so many years, stretching your ligaments is still this painful?"
"Dancing jazz back then didn't have such high demands on ligaments, plus just think about how long it's been since I last practiced. Honestly!"
"It shouldn't be this painful, right?"
"Where was I in pain? Which of your eyes saw me in pain?" As An You said this, she reached out and gave her leg a fierce press, instantly changing her expression from the pain, but she quickly returned to acting nonchalant