There Is No Equation for Our Feelings

"Classmate, do you want to try to be friends with me? I bought you for... One dollar." In a dark corner of the studio, Gu Xixin waved a slightly wrinkled note, tapped the girl in front of her with one hand, and asked in a low voice. A ray of light shone on the young man's face, revealing a pair of smiling peach blossoms. Vera, who was paying attention to the lecture, turned to look at the boy, and asked, "What" without reacting for a moment. Her voice was slightly higher, which attracted the attention of the students around her. "I said, classmate, are you trying to be friends with me? I bought you for one dollar." Gu Xixin didn't pay attention to the looks around her, and just asked again, her voice a little louder. Before Verela agreed, Gu Xixin put the banknotes in her hand. Then he leaned close to the dizzy Veratria and whispered in her ear, "Then, let's take it as your acquiescence," and then sat back on the stool. "Oh~, huh?" Hellebore Yam was surrounded, but her face turned red. Before she could react, the teacher caught her distracted and was called up to answer questions. The young man sitting in the back looked at the girl standing in front of him with a smile in his eyes, and said in a voice he had just heard: "We haven't seen each other for a long time" The cicadas chirping in midsummer outside the window, what can be left to them is that they have found each other's equation.