Jiang Su turned his head to look.
Through the glass windows of the bookstore, plastered with various promotional advertisements, he saw the person standing next to the farthest row of bookshelves.
His desk-mate had taken off her school uniform and was now wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. Her black hair had been re-tied, standing higher than it had been at lunchtime, making her fair neck look even longer and slender.
"Huh? Bro Su, doesn't this voice sound like your desk-mate?" Xu Shu craned his neck, peering over Cheng Zhu's head, scanning the room: "Yo, it really is her, your desk-mate, your desk-mate, your desk-mate..."
Seeing that Jiang Su remained silent, Xu Shu shot a glance at him, realizing that he was staring intently inside.
Leaning on Cheng Zhu's shoulder, Xu Shu teased: "So you've spotted your desk-mate long ago."