The Better Groups Are 1, 3 and 6

In the outdoor café.

Zhou Zhou's chestnut-colored curly hair fell gently on her shoulders, accentuating her fiery red lips. Her peach blossom eyes were also exceptionally charming.

"…The results of the grouping are out now. I'm sorry, Sun. I didn't manage to get a good result for you." She was talking to the girl sitting opposite her.

The girl was playing with her phone, sitting like a big boss. She pressed one hand against the phone screen and then looked up. Under the brim of her cap, her face was exquisite and eye-catching as she said casually, "It's fine."

Qiao Nian placed her phone back on the table and looked at her. "It's true. I didn't take it to heart. Don't take it to heart."