Chapter 14: Not a Dream
Someone called out to Tang Wu. She turned and saw a young man running toward her. He was tall, somewhere between 1.80 and 1.83 meters, dressed in a casual checked shirt, a light padded vest, jeans, and red tennis shoes. He had a sunny air about him.
This young man was not the "handsome" or "good-looking" type. None of his facial features would have looked particularly attractive on its own: long, narrow eyes with single eyelids, a slightly broad bridge to his nose, and thin lips. Yet together, they looked remarkably harmonious.
Even if handsome boys were not exactly everywhere at No. 27 Middle School, they were certainly a common sight. Su Can thought perhaps it was precisely because this fellow was not handsome at first glance, but rather cool, that even a girl as haughty as Sun Man showed a trace of admiration. In any case, her gaze had shifted from him to the young man opposite them, and she failed to notice the puzzling detail of Su Can stepping forward, then drawing his foot back.
Yang Cheng looked at Tang Wu. Her face was a little dazzling. Although he was usually admired, whether at ball games or among his year group, and was the sort of person who drew screams, beside the cool, aloof Tang Wu, her looks and bearing gave him the impression that he could hardly meet her gaze. Look at her for two or three seconds longer, and his heartbeat lost its rhythm. Even speaking to her brought on an inexplicable sense of inferiority. If even someone as "battle-hardened" as him felt this way, it was easy to imagine how much worse it was for everyone else.
This made Yang Cheng somewhat proud, yet the feeling was mixed with a