Just now, she was singled out by Icy Yama as a typical example of not tying her hair up.
Mia Ginger pressed her fingertips to her brows, a faint smile tugging at her lips, and said, "Did you bring a hair elastic? We need to tie our hair up later, don’t forget."
"Uh, if you hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten." Blair Chester blinked, looking up to see some students finishing their meals and getting ready to leave. She grew anxious and hesitated, saying, "How about you buy food for me first, and I’ll go to the nearby store to buy a hair elastic? I usually don’t tie my hair up."
"Alright." Mia Ginger nodded, "Go quickly."
"Wait, tell me what you’re eating first."
"I’ll have congee," Blair Chester pondered, "one bowl of eight-treasure congee, then two buns, any filling is fine, as long as it’s vegetarian."
"Okay." Mia Ginger agreed.
Their group was held back by the instructor for an extra ten minutes, and time was tight.
Blair Chester hurried off.
Most students were already having breakfast, and there weren’t many people in line at each counter.
Mia Ginger wiped down a table with a napkin, took off her camouflage jacket, and placed it on the tabletop to reserve the spot. She then went to line up with her meal card.
To avoid hassle, she bought the same thing for herself and Blair Chester.
A bowl of pumpkin millet congee and two buns each.
Blair Chester got two vegetarian buns, while Mia had the opposite, two pork buns that were still steaming.
After placing the food down, she didn’t wait for Blair Chester and started eating on her own.
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Just as she took a bite of her bun, two people sat down one after the other at the table next to hers.
"What exactly do you want?"
Camden River was practically speechless. He had already changed tables three times with his tray but couldn’t escape Windsor Myres’ harassment.
Windsor Myres, seeing he hadn’t moved again, sat down with relief and tilted her head, demanding.
The scene that happened on the basketball court yesterday afternoon was quite a sensation. Both of them had gained some notoriety among the new students and naturally attracted a lot of attention.
Mia Ginger, sitting next to them, was also caught in everyone’s sight.
She lowered her head to eat her bun, her profile flawless and pure, looking beautiful and fresh even in the simplest military training camo.
Not far from Windsor Myres.
Quiet and serene, forming a stark contrast to Windsor’s flamboyant high-profile.
Someone nearby suddenly picked up their phone and took a "click" picture of her profile.
Mia Ginger sharply turned her head to look over.
The boy was caught off guard, with a stunned expression still frozen on his face.
Mia Ginger looked at him for a second, thought briefly, then stood up with her bun and approached him.
She reached out her other hand towards the boy, curving her lips, "The phone."
"I wasn’t trying to do anything."
"Then delete it yourself."
The boy blushed, lowered his head, and deleted her photo.
Mia Ginger returned to her seat nonchalantly and continued her battle with the bun.
"Ha, which institute is this girl from?"
"She talks so concisely."
Some boys eating nearby couldn’t help but gossip.
"She’s a girl from the New Media Institute. I saw her on the field this morning; she was punished by the instructor to run laps!" Some senior, knowing only half of the story, suddenly said.
People exchanged discussions quietly among themselves, and Blair Chester, with her long hair flowing, came into view again.
"Thanks." Blair Chester sat down across from Mia Ginger.
The three beauties sat quite close, instantly becoming a beautiful sight.