Chuzheng sat down, and Sang Yu didn't speak either, keeping his head lowered as he looked at the things he shot this morning.
Chuzheng looked over at the sports field, probably because she was sitting here, some students glanced over in this direction.
Sang Yu turned off the equipment, glanced at her: "Do you know me?"
"No, I don't." Chuzheng paused, then earnestly said: "But we can get to know each other, I'm Chuzheng."
Sang Yu was slightly taken aback, his gaze circling her face, replying slowly: "You know my name."
Chuzheng: "Hmm."
Sang Yu wasn't surprised that Chuzheng knew his name.
All the teachers knew his name, and they could find out just by asking.
Those students who came over earlier also knew his name.
What puzzled him was that every time he saw her... he always felt something strange.
Sang Yu couldn't describe that feeling.
Sang Yu thought for a moment: "Are you also in the second year?"
"No, I'm in the third year."
Third year...
"You..."
