There was a physical education class in the afternoon. After a simple warm-up exercise led by the PE teacher, it was free time. Everyone could go to the teacher to get some equipment.

Most of the girls received jump ropes, shuttlecocks, badminton shuttlecocks, etc., while the boys received soccer balls and basketballs.

Xia Linyin was new to the class and didn't know anyone well, so she didn't have much desire to exercise. Just then, Zhou Xiaoyun and a few other girls were going to watch the boys play basketball, so she went with them.

The boys' enthusiasm was further heightened by the arrival of the girls on the basketball court.

A boy with exceptional ball skills demonstrated a difficult fancy pitch, instantly eliciting gasps from the spectators.

He casually tossed his hair amidst the girls' cheers of "So handsome! So handsome!"

"Has Mo Li lost his mind? He actually came to play basketball, isn't he afraid that people won't pass the ball to him?" Zhou Xiaoyun looked at the figure that appeared on the court in surprise.

It's like the sun has risen in the west! Mo Li, who usually hides in a corner reading a book during PE class, actually came to play basketball today.

He's probably possessed by something.

"Is that Mo Li? My God, I couldn't believe it was him when I saw him. But isn't he afraid of wearing out his shoes playing basketball?"

"Yeah, his sandals broke last week, and he ended up going home barefoot. It was so embarrassing."

"Look, the logos on his sneakers are reversed. They're obviously counterfeit. These days, even counterfeits aren't done properly."

"Bought it? You guys think too highly of him. With Mo Li's family's circumstances, they couldn't even afford to buy counterfeit goods. It must have been picked up from some junkyard."

"No wonder they're so old. Tsk tsk, you dare to wear shoes that others have thrown away? Aren't you afraid they'll get athlete's foot? I change my own shoes several times a year. I don't wear them until they're worn out. My shoe cabinet is almost full of my shoes. Look, I just bought these shoes a couple of days ago."

"I've wanted to say this for a while now. These shoes of yours aren't those limited edition white sneakers. I saw them in a magazine."

"Yes, those are the pairs!"

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The girls' conversation shifted from Mo Li to shoes, and then from shoes to clothes and accessories.

Xia Linyin wasn't interested in these topics; she only perked up her ears when Mo Li was mentioned.

On the basketball court, Mo Li was clearly isolated. Sometimes, even though the person dribbling the ball could see Mo Li, they just wouldn't pass the ball to him.

Moreover, everyone avoids him like the plague. Just as Zhou Xiaoyun said, no one dares to get close to him, afraid that he might have lice.

Xia Linyin felt a pang of sympathy watching the boy who seemed to be lingering on the edge of the basketball court, unable to integrate and even appearing somewhat lost.

It was clear that he wasn't very comfortable with group activities; his feet, clad in worn-out sneakers, seemed to try to rush forward to grab the ball several times, but then retreated.

It's like someone with social anxiety forcing themselves to blend into a crowd, self-torturing themselves into doing things they don't like.

After failing to engage with the audience several times, he became even more silent, as silent as a clown who had just stepped off the stage.

It was as if shrouded in a lonely, gray light, while on the other side, there was a scene of joyful laughter in the audience.

Suddenly, the two boys accidentally bumped into Mo Li while fighting for the ball.

Mo Li was very thin, and the oversized school uniform hung loosely on her body. She wasn't particularly tall among the boys playing basketball. When the tall, muscular boy bumped into Mo Li, the impact sent her crashing to the ground, her glasses flying off her face.

"Damn it!" The boy who bumped into Mo Li cursed and quickly patted the spot where he bumped into Mo Li, as if he had gotten something dirty on him.

Another boy ran over and asked him, "Are you okay?"

He patted his clothes with a look of disgust and said, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he couldn't help but add, "That's disgusting."

That physiological aversion, stemming from within, was understood by others.

As for Mo Li, who had fallen to the ground, no one cared. Well, it wasn't that no one cared.

A beautiful, youthful figure ran towards Mo Li.

Xia Linyin picked up the glasses from the ground, grabbed Mo Li's arm, and helped him up. "Are you alright?"

The girl's faint fragrance wafted over him. When Xia Linyin grabbed his arm, Mo Li glanced at the fair, white hand resting on his body.

The dirty school uniform, which hadn't been washed in a long time, made her slender fingers appear even whiter and whiter.

Then he looked up at Xia Linyin. The girl's face was backlit and hard to see clearly. Her eyes, which weren't wearing glasses, were blurry, giving Xia Linyin's face a soft glow in Mo Li's eyes.

Her skin was very fair, her lips very red, her hair very black, the sunlight was very warm, and the girl's voice was very pleasant. The four words, "Are you alright?" swept across my heart like the crisp and melodious sound of a wind chime.

When Mo Li looked up at her, Xia Linyin suddenly noticed that Mo Li's eyes were very beautiful.

His eyelashes were very dark and thick, and the lines of his eyes were smooth and beautiful. His pupils were as moist as if they were immersed in water. When I saw his eyes, I suddenly thought of a sentence: "His eyes hold the stars and the sea."

Seeing Mo Li with his head down after standing up, Xia Linyin handed the glasses back to him, "Here, your glasses."

"Thanks."

Taking the glasses from Xia Linyin and putting them on, covering his beautiful eyes, Mo Li whispered a thank you, his ears slightly red.

Xia Linyin, noticing some scratches on Mo Li's palm, frowned and said, "Your hand is injured. Let me take you to the infirmary."

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