Marcus Knight couldn't understand why she signed up for so many events.
Normally, an average person who signs up for the 3000-meter long-distance run wouldn't register for other events.
"Come on." Joy Shaw rudely answered for him, "I'll be waiting for you, senior. Guess if I can win first place."
"..."
"Let's play a game. If I get first place, you can't ignore me anymore," Joy Shaw said.
"..."
"See, even when I talk to you, you don't respond." Joy Shaw sighed, "How will you date someone in the future? You must find someone with a complementary personality, like me."
"..."
While she was speaking, Marcus Knight's gaze was fixed on his book, but he couldn't concentrate at all.
Someone was beside him, making it hard to calm down.
Marcus Knight didn't like being disturbed when he was reading.
The boy furrowed his brows and turned his head to look at her.
Unexpectedly, Joy Shaw conveniently moved closer, seeming to want to speak near his ear.
