It was three-thirty.
Zhou Li sat at the edge of the basketball court, silently watching a group of boys and girls playing.
A tall girl dressed in sportswear, a small, antenna-like tuft of hair on her head, approached him, her stride confident.
Reaching his side, she sat next to him, tipped her chin towards the court, and casually asked, "Why are you sitting here alone? Not playing? Too shy?"
"The teacher asked me to watch from the side."
"So you're not allowed to play!" She raised her eyebrows. "Why? Are you too bad? Are they jealous because your girlfriend is pretty, so they're targeting you? Or did someone call you a pretty boy?"
"..." Zhou Li was speechless. "I bumped into two people."
"Hey! Bumping into people is normal when you're playing."
"It was quite a hard bump."
"Then why'd you bump them so hard?"
"They bumped into me, but they were too weak."
