>On the first day I transferred to another school, I saw the school bully answering competition questions in an empty classroom.
>The pencil drew sharply across the paper, shining as coldly as his earrings.
>"New here?" He tore off the perfect score paper and crumpled it into a ball. "If you dare to say anything, this ball of paper will be your fate."
>The whole school later spread the word that I sent him a love letter.
>He kicked over the desk of the rumormonger: "Whoever arranges her again will be turned into a ball of paper."
>He deliberately turned in a blank in the mid-term exam, and the dean was heartbroken: "Jiang Yu, you are at the bottom again!"
>I held up the book of wrong questions he had stayed up all night to sort out for me: "Teacher, his notes are more detailed than your lesson plans."
>He blocked me in the corridor after school: "Lin Wan, do you insist on exposing me?"
>The umbrella was suddenly thrust into my hand, the handle still carrying his body temperature.
>"Here," the tips of his ears turned red, "last time... It was the puppy who got caught in the rain."
