The little girl gave Lin Tian a glare, then really turned around to go back to class, but only she knew her face was burning hot, afraid that Lin Tian would see it turning red.
The little girl's temperament had always been so prideful; Lin Tian helplessly shrugged and turned back to the soccer field, and the spectators, seeing there wasn't any drama to watch, dispersed as well.
Ning Wenbin walked over, not looking happy after the victory, but rather like he had lost all hope: "Brother Lin Tian, I realize I'm not as popular as I used to be. Clearly, I'm standing on the field, so why isn't anyone cheering for me? Back in the day..."
"Hey, stop, don't think about 'back in the day'," Lin Tian quickly gestured to halt his memories, feeling quite disdainful: "Back when you were chasing Wu Xiuluo, wasn't that a big event in school? That's like centuries ago, and it's not exactly a good reputation, is it?"
