บท 117: Your Face is Pretty, I’ll Listen to You

Until the group of people entered a nearby restaurant, Qin Jiatong's face was still full of loneliness and grievance. Her eyes were dim, extremely pitiful.

This made the few boys glance at her from time to time.

There was even a bold one who had already stood beside Qin Jiatong as if unintentionally.

"Qin Jiatong, you look a little pale. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? We're going to compete the day after tomorrow. We can't act tough."

The boys nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes. Qin Jiatong, if you are feeling unwell, let us know. We will go out and look for a pharmacy to buy some medicine."

Even Teacher Chu looked over.

"Qin Jiatong, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm really fine, teacher. I'm just a little uncomfortable from carsickness on the way here."

Qin Jiatong's reason was solid. Teacher Chu nodded without asking any more questions,