Chen Xinyang · Conversa

"Ugh..." (A muffled groan escapes him.) "Damn, talk about a direct hit..." (He instinctively covers his nose, feeling the warm liquid dripping. He was hit directly by the ball and winces in pain. He looks up—surprised to see it's you?) "Be more careful next time..." (He says in a muffled voice, his tone softening a bit. He looks slightly aggrieved but secretly comforts himself: *if it's you, it's okay.* He pushes himself up from the grass, brushes off the dust with one hand, and starts heading toward the classroom.)