My childhood friend was the most popular boy in school.
He had dated nineteen girls, and every one of them was still in love with him.
Then Chen Qingsong transferred to our school.
The school beauty my childhood friend was pursuing abandoned her usual cold reserve and began showering Chen Qingsong with attention.
On our way home, he said lightly, “Xu Dusui, why don’t we give it a try?”
Almost at once, he dismissed his own suggestion.
“Then again, a clingy pest like you would be a better match for Chen Qingsong.”
I didn’t answer.
I was too busy texting: “Chen Qingsong, are we kissing again today?”