Sure, here is the translated text:
"Zhizhi, why is your face red?" Yao Beibei asked curiously.
"No, it's nothing." Zhang Ningzhi fanned herself with her hand, "It's too hot after running the exercises."
"Yeah, I just want to reach in and wipe my sweat." Yao Beibei said, proud to be an Asian woman, "Baby, aren't you sweating?"
Zhang Ningzhi wished she could find a hole to hide in. She never wore anything that showed off her figure. Yao Beibei's curiosity couldn't be resisted; she knew the size in just a few days.
"Beibei, stop it, I don't understand."
It was finally almost time for Class Three's turn.
Jiang Nian was still chatting with Li Hua and Ma Guojun, originally talking about games.
Someone suddenly mentioned, what website looks good? The topic veered off unexpectedly.
The two, whose English was usually not great, turned into foreign language experts. They used various letters skillfully, reporting a series of mysterious combinations.
