Do You Want An Autograph?

Huo Ningxi's back stiffened. He then grabbed his backpack and ran off.

Only an idiot would stay and let her hit him!

Song Yaoyao woke up a little late today. By the time she arrived on the athletic field, the third class had already run a few laps.

The yellow sun rose on the horizon and a fresh gust of wind blew past. 

The youngsters who were running toward the sun were youthful and full of vigor.

"Here."

Someone handed over a stack of autographs and Song Yaoyao accepted it. She then sat down on the steps.

She flipped through them casually. "I thought you wouldn't sign them."

"Would I dare? It's only right for me to bribe a future director."

The youth shoved his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his school uniform and his black hair was being swept up by the wind. His tone was roguish and his gaze wandered into the distance.

"Pfff—"