"My eyes are closed again... But this is still my best attempt. Whatever, it's decent. This one it is!"
Xie Mi returned to her seat as she critiqued the photo. She was so absorbed that when Shen Yeqing asked his question, she answered without thinking.
"Sister Liu, what's your type?"
"A 185-Centimeter Pure-Hearted College Guy!"
Only after answering did she register the question. She looked up in confusion. "Why are you asking?"
A suspicious blush had appeared on the boy's cheeks, and his gaze flickered.
He took the phone Xie Mi handed him and pretended to look down at the photo. Trying-and utterly failing-to sound casual, he said,
"I measured 181 centimeters at my physical this year. If I drink more milk, I should be able to reach 185."
"I'll be taking the college entrance exam in two years, too. Then I'll be a college student."
"As for pure-hearted... how would you define that?"
Caught completely off guard, Xie Mi choked on her milk tea and lost every shred of composure.
Boy, what you're saying is dangerous.
First you suddenly ask about my ideal type, then you start trying to fit it out of nowhere. What does that mean? What exactly does that mean?!
Remembering that the person sitting across from her was an innocent teenager, Xie Mi immediately straightened up.
She was about to sternly nip his teenage crush in the bud when she heard the wind chimes ring.
Jingle-
A customer pushed open the door. A little of the heat outside rushed in, only to be quickly enveloped and absorbed by the cool air inside.
Xie Mi froze. She mechanically turned her head and scanned the shop, finally fixing her eyes on the clock on the wall.
The second semester of his second year of high school. Three