[Pure desire for the bottom liberal arts as a title writer × Bai Qie Hei, gentle and gentle scum] Youth campus writing is not a sweet pet, the label is wrong
The private math tutor for the senior year of high school looked very much like an old friend of Le Weisheng's. Le Weisheng would sweat a little every time he heard his warm voice teaching. For example, Le Weisheng has not thought about the feelings that were tossed and turned in the darkness for a long time. She still encounters people occasionally in school and has to face them when she goes home. She is a little tired of the past. But what's scarier than feelings are habits. She's used to looking up at the names hanging high on the list of excellence, used to the focus on participation and anonymity at commendation meetings, and used to the distance that separates her after the black love. Le Weisheng longed for the absolute freedom of not being bound by emotions. He counted down the days until the college entrance examination on his fingers, just like the scheduled light in the abyss.
Just when Le Weisheng thought absolute spiritual freedom was coming, she discovered that her gentle math private tutor had turned into a college senior, and her personality began to collapse...
"Am I similar to him?" Wen Yu took off his gold-rimmed glasses and pressed seven old love letters into Le Weisheng's arms.
"..." It felt a little cold for no reason, "... There are some... But..."
"But I stopped liking her a long time ago, so you don't have to worry." Le Weisheng got rid of the seven love letters, "There are so many similar people, and we can't just walk around and fall in love with each other."
It seemed like... Wen Yu wasn't very happy.
"Why should I be sentenced to death because of this face?"
How come there is still a ship that has traveled thousands of miles when people have sunk countless times?
