"Look."
Her friend gestured toward the stage with her chin, signaling with her eyes.
The girl with the oval face quickly put on her glasses, cupped her chin, and began to admire the sight.
The young man beside Elder Professor Zhang Yanping listened with rapt attention, occasionally nodding slightly, frowning in thought, or his expression clearing with a flash of understanding. He had a bright, clean aura, as gentle as a spring breeze in March, with long eyelashes and delicate yet defined features.
It was hard to describe, but he had that familiar youthful innocence unique to a school campus. His features, not yet fully matured, held a hint of boyishness, yet his physique was nearly identical to that of an adult.
This created a striking contrast.
The blazing sunlight streamed through the window, striking him right in the eyes the moment he looked up.
The young man raised a hand to block it, tilted his head to the left, and went back to listening with his head lowered.
