We Cannot Lose
Editor: Transn
On the next day, after he was done with morning exercise, Lou Cheng went straight to the cafeteria while drinking his soy milk and finished his meat floss bread in one go. He felt extraordinarily satisfied and had the feeling that he was enjoying a lunch box made of love.
Stepping into the martial arts club, he was just looking at the scattered crowd before his brain automatically picked out Yan Zheke's figure from them. The girl just happened to look towards his direction too, and when their eyes met they smiled warmly and sweetly at each other.
Yan Zheke bit her bottom lip softly with her teeth, and she opened the pocket button on her martial arts suit and took out her cell phone. She lowered her head, combed through her hair and typed quickly over the phone for a brief moment.