Beneath the teaching building, many people were sheltering from the rain. Some were waiting for their parents or drivers to pick them up. Though this was a small city, the school was quite good, so there were no shortage of wealthy children. Others were simply waiting for the rain to stop.
Of course, those who did not want to wait and lived nearby simply charged straight into the rain, not caring in the slightest about getting soaked through.
Under such circumstances, the people beneath the teaching building split into two kinds. One kind knew someone would come pick them up, so they remained calm and composed. The other kind was filled with worry.
It was a very realistic matter: not everyone's parents had the time. In this day and age, working overtime was commonplace.
Han Jinyue was naturally among those brimming with confidence. In truth, she often felt that having someone pick her up after school was troublesome and restrictive. Her classmates could go out and have fun before going home, while she could only head straight home, unable to play with them.
But when weather like this came around, she felt rather pleased inside.
She stood atop a higher step, her gaze sweeping over the people below, carrying a faint air of looking down upon all living things.
Sometimes, happiness was actually very simple. Things did not have to be especially good—being just a little better off than everyone else was enough to bring great joy.
Then she spotted Zhao Cheng. Beside Zhao Cheng stood a tall boy. The two chatted and laughed for a while, then the tall boy charged directly into the rain. That single sprint carried a hint of "the wind howled bleakly, the Yi River ran cold."
Han Jinyue vaguely remembered that this boy seemed