Chapter 30: My Deskmate is a Chatterbox

About three minutes after the 4:30 bell rang, people began to pour out of the school gate. I leaned against a lamppost next to the chestnut stand, the bag of chestnuts in my hand already cold.

I didn’t recognize her at first glance when she walked out of the crowd. Not because she had changed, but because there was someone else with her. Round face, black-rimmed glasses, pigtails, someone was holding her arm, their mouth moving at a rate of three words per second. Su Qingqing walked stiffly with her arm around her, her steps smaller than usual, her whole…