"It's nothing."
Xu Xiangyang coughed once, feigning calm as he replied.
But when his gaze fell upon Zhu Qingyue, he suddenly froze for a moment.
As always, Xu Xiangyang was wearing the uniform of No. 15 Middle School. He was usually too lazy to change clothes, to the extent that he often wore his uniform even on rest days.
But Zhu Qingyue was different.
Her upper garment indeed resembled a student uniform, but not the simple blue and white sports outfit of No. 15 Middle School. Instead, it looked a bit like the blazers Xu Xiangyang had seen at foreign language schools; below, she wore a pleated skirt of the same color paired with black stockings, and the headband she usually wore was replaced with a red beaded string tied to the side of her hair.
The girl sported a fresh bob cut, and her bangs were as neatly groomed as ever. Holding her shoulder bag in front of her, she exuded a sense of quiet beauty, like the good girl on the cover of a magazine.