Chang Xuan had the delicate and petite kind of beauty—a fifteen-year-old girl who looked closer to thirteen or fourteen.
Being looked at with such innocent eyes, the other girl felt she had been too harsh with her words before.
She cleared her throat somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, just now I was a bit upset because our school wasn't playing well."
Her straightforward apology actually made Gu Shengyin's impression of her quite a bit better.
She smiled sweetly, "It's okay, you just wanted our school to win, I understand."
That smile kind of dazzled the girl opposite her.
The girl thought that Chang Xuan was so adorable and soft that she probably wouldn't know how to fight back if she was bullied.
She looked at Huang Anyuan on the court with a hint of envy. Having such a cute and obedient girl as a girlfriend, that kid Huang Anyuan was really lucky.
