Xue Yang looked down at Meng Yao, only half-listening to him prattle on. It was still something though, ignited a bit of a spark. Meng Yao was certainly more noticeable than usual today. "What are you doing, shortie?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to feel my biceps? You really are a pervert, eh?"

With a chuckle, he kept on walking. Tiny noodle arms here didn't really stop that from happening. "I'm going to basketball. Do you wanna--"

Well. "--be a ball boy?"