"Was your math teacher your PE teacher?" Jiao Yang turned his head, looking at her as he asked.
He’s 29, and she’s not yet 22, where did this 6-year gap come from?!
"Rounding up!" Mo Bei extended her fingers, "Your birthday is in February, round down, and it’s 28, and mine is in July, round up, and it’s 22. 28 minus 22 is 6 years, so we’re still the same age group!"
This was the first time Jiao Yang heard of such rounding-off methods, clearly an 8-year gap was forcefully turned into 6 years.
Turning his face, he smiled at her, "And then..."
"And then..." Mo Bei lifted the corners of her lips, "We can hang out together."
"Things like nightclubs and car racing, I used to be into 6 years ago, but it’s not for me anymore." Jiao Yang glanced over the half shoe print on her pant leg and frowned slightly, "Don’t tell me you’ve been fighting with others again!"
Stamps on pant legs early in the morning, how odd.
Mo Bei looked at his face in confusion, "No way!"
"So what’s up with your pants then?" Jiao Yang asked.
Mo Bei lowered her face to look at her pants, hurriedly bent down to brush away the shoe print, "Oh, that must’ve been from the bus ride, an accidental rub-off!"
Riding a bus?!
Jiao Yang was slightly shocked inside, watching her bend over, hitting her pants, and just felt a slight ache in his heart.
He knew well about Beijing’s bus situations, seeing her, an Eldest Miss brought up in comfort, actually squeezing onto a bus was really unexpected for him.
"Tonight, afternoon, follow me home."



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