Yolanda replied in confusion, "What? What do you mean?"

Felix smiled. "I used to have a classmate with the same name from elementary school."

Lars' expression darkened at that. "Boy, this is getting ridiculous. You're using an outdated way of flirting with her. Why not say you grew up with someone called Yolanda Zuckerberg too?"

Honestly, Yolanda had felt the same. Her short hair, fair skin, and long legs often led to many boys chasing after her. She had seen and heard many ways to pick up lines.

If the tennis ball was an accident, then exchanging contacts wasn't too much.

"No, I used to go to Monaire Elementary and there was definitely a girl called Yolanda Zuckerberg there…" Felix said after a pause—acting as if he was thinking hard.

Yolanda turned to him dumbfounded. Just as Lars was about to reply, she interjected, "Monaire Elementary? Which class are you in?"

"3rd Class."

As Yolanda thought carefully, her expression changed. "Oh my! There really was a kid in my class call