Lu Yu knew Chang Xuan.
From childhood, Chang Xuan was the only person to have ever defeated him in the countless first and special prizes he had won.
Lu Yu knew that the girl, who normally appeared obedient and clever, looking soft and incredibly cute, would become exceedingly sharp-eyed once on the exam floor or in a competition, and her normally harmless and silly face would take on a look of great confidence.
Yet today was his first time seeing her articulate and sharp-tongued.
The slight girl had her boyfriend hidden behind her, and without fear, she sarcastically retorted against the people on his side, like a small bird protecting its food, adorably so.
He always felt that she looked different from the one he had seen before.
Lu Yu didn't know why but suddenly he curved his lips into a smile.
"Hey Lu the scholar, are you thinking of some beauty? You are smiling so..." Chang Yun genuinely couldn't think of an adjective, but that didn't stop him from finding it novel.
