Under the streetlamp less than twenty meters away, a somewhat startled girl was curiously looking at us.
From her appearance, she seemed to be a middle school student, with black, soft, shiny hair and a cute, beautiful face, wearing a pretty light pink long dress—this world and ours seem to have quite a time difference.
"Yo!"
After a long holdup, I managed to squeak out such a greeting.
"Ah Jun... that's so uncreative."
Beside me, Qianqian covered her face and sighed deeply.
When I waved, the girl across from us first froze, then looked around blankly before walking over curiously after finding no one else around. She pointed at the tip of her nose with her index finger.
"Are you calling me?"
This reaction, well, it didn't really seem like someone who was scared by the sudden appearance of a group of people. Was she too calm?
