Li Jiayi put ten yuan on the display counter, "Deskmate, I want to buy two ice creams, one lychee-flavored, and one watermelon-flavored."
"Oh." Jiang Wenqing put the money away and was about to tell Chen Mo, but Chen Mo had already taken out two popsicles from the freezer.
Jiang Wenqing was a bit stunned.
These popsicles were unlike any he had seen before.
The watermelon-flavored one looked exactly like a sliced piece of watermelon, with red flesh dotted with watermelon seeds, and a layer of green rind on the outside!
The lychee-flavored one was even more interesting.
Four round white lychee balls were skewered onto a stick, looking just like real lychees, crystal clear and incredibly beautiful.
Handing the ice cream to Li Jingyi, Jiang Wenqing's face inexplicably turned red.
It wasn't because of contact with a girl; it was mainly because, just minutes ago, he was a little transparent kid in the class, the one who was isolated.
