“Alex, someone’s at the doorway looking for you!” I heard a classmate call me just when I got back to the classroom at noon.
“Who is it, not letting people rest at noon,” I complained. I wanted to have a good sleep.
“It’s a beauty, I say Alex, you’re lucky!” That classmate in our class said while saliva dripped from his mouth.
“Who?” Jane was originally doing practice questions, but once she heard that a beauty was looking for me, she immediately raised her head.
“How would I know!” I said guiltily.
“Heh!” Jane snorted and ignored me.
I smiled dryly and walked out for the classroom, which is when I noticed the person looking for me is actually Natasha. She was standing at the stairway not far from our class, wearing neat clothing, with the pink down jacket being particularly eye-catc
