Lin Qinghuan: He Yanchuan, if one day I forget you, will you scold me?
He Yanchuan: Qinghuan, don't cry, don't forget me.
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Ten years ago, they met for the first time in class. One was a new transfer student who was a top student in school, and the other was a bohemian young man. The two became roommates. The two with very different personalities worked together to win all the games while hurting each other.
When He Yanan, the perfect man in everyone's eyes, stood in front of Lin Qinghuan holding a bouquet of flowers, "Qinghuan, I like you."
He Yanchuan protected Lin Qinghuan behind him, "He Yanan, please show some respect. You are already over thirty. In ancient times, you could have given birth to her."
He Yanan's expression changed, and he suppressed the urge to hit someone.
He Yanchuan smiled contemptuously and said, "Qing Huan, ignore this old man and leave quickly. He smells like an old man."
"He Yanchuan!" He Yanan gritted his teeth.
"Don't touch my woman. In what age did you still engage in substitute literature? Why don't you die and go to the underworld to find your Bai Yueguang, pretending to be affectionate!" He Yanchuan tore the flowers to pieces.
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He Yanchuan: Which university do you want to go to? Let's go to it together.
Lin Qinghuan: Why should I be with you?
He Yanchuan bared his big teeth: I like you.
