"Alright, the race is about to begin, so let's wait and see if any little girl helps us grab seats during the exam week next month."
The ash-grey-haired young man smiled brightly at Jiang Wei, who pursed her lips and gave a slight smile in return.
Seeing that the race was about to start, several boys hurried back to their seats.
Jiang Wei's seat wasn't far away, and she had just turned to leave when the ash-grey-haired young man stopped her again.
"Senior, is there anything else?"
Jiang Wei looked at him, slightly puzzled.
"Hmm..." The young man's bright eyes rolled around, and then he revealed a faint smile. "Classmate, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead."
Jiang Wei stopped in her tracks.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
The young man's sudden question made Jiang Wei freeze.
"Ah? I..."
Jiang Wei was completely unaware that he would ask such a direct question. She stood there like a scarecrow, clutching the edges of her clothes tightly with both hands.
"Don't be nervous. I think you're very beautiful and gentle, and I'd like to get to know you."
For some reason, although the young man's words sounded like an obvious attempt to flirt, his gaze was clear, and his faint smile made it seem harmless.
"I don't have a boyfriend yet, but I already have someone I like."
Jiang Wei pursed her lips and answered firmly.
The first thing she did when she calmed down was to explain the situation clearly to him. Moreover, Yi Ming's race was about to start, so she was in a hurry.
If she didn't hurry back to her seat, and Yi Ming couldn't find her, with his hot temper, he might just throw his bike and quit the race.
"It's Yi Ming, isn't it?"
The ash-grey-haired young man chuckled, his eyes curved like a crescent moon.
"Yes."
Jiang Wei took a breath, seeing that no one around them was paying attention to their conversation as they were focused on the upcoming race, her courage grew.
"That's good, then."
"That's good?"
Jiang Wei was utterly confused by the senior's words.
The young man's dark eyes gazed at her, then he shook his head with a light laugh, patted her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, little girl. I was just joking with you. I'm from the psychology department, and I just wanted to test how accurate my micro-expression analysis is. But now... I can rest assured."
Jiang Wei: "..."
This senior's experiment was quite startling...
When Jiang Wei returned to her seat, someone seemed to be in a real hurry.
Yi Ming, wearing a helmet with sunglasses on his nose, was shouting something from too far away to be heard clearly, and could only gesture wildly at Jiang Wei - "Where did you go?"
Jiang Wei stood up from her seat and quickly gestured back - "I'm fine, don't worry, just focus on the race!"
Receiving the "message," Yi Ming finally calmed down. His gaze returned to the front as he leaned forward slightly, quickly getting into the pre-race preparation stance.
Just as Jiang Wei sat down, the girl next to her tapped her shoulder.
"Hey, do you know Yi Ming?"
Jiang Wei paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Then can you get his autograph for me?"
The girl's eyes shone brightly with eagerness.
"Well..." Jiang Wei looked hesitant, not because she didn't want to help, but because Yi Ming hated writing. After all, his handwriting... no one without a decade-long case of Parkinson's could reproduce that level of mastery...
"He doesn't really like giving autographs to others, and if I ask him for you, he probably won't give one... But I've known him since we were little, so I can show you some of his writings if you don't mind..."
"I don't mind!" The girl hugged Jiang Wei's arm tightly, interrupting her before she could finish.
"Okay..."
Jiang Wei sighed, seeing how insistent the girl was, so she took off her shoulder bag, reached inside, and pulled out a piece of tissue paper...
