On the athletic field's artificial turf, many students were sitting in small groups, soaking up the sun and enjoying themselves.
Holly Winslow found an empty spot and unceremoniously plopped down. She then looked over at Scholar Quincy, who was still standing, looking a little germaphobic.
She tugged on his hand and said with a mischievous grin, "It's really comfortable. You should sit down and see for yourself."
How could Mortimer Quincy not see through his girl's little scheme? She just wanted to mess with him. He sat down beside her.
Seeing his nonchalant expression, Holly Winslow felt a little disappointed. A few seconds later, she pulled a classical Chinese text from her pocket, intending to memorize a few lines while she had the chance. "Want to join me?"
Mortimer Quincy, on the verge of being replaced by a classical Chinese text: "..."
'A date on the field isn't for studying classical Chinese.'
