On the third day of school, Lin Tingwan saw Jiang Yubai's "incomprehensible style".
The girl blushed and handed over the love letter. He glanced at his watch and said, "Sorry, the library will close in thirty minutes. I can finish a set of questions now."
The onlookers gasped.
That night, I took my first live broadcast planning part-time job to earn living expenses. Party A sent information: "This is our top anchor. He is ruthless and doesn't talk much. Think about how to increase the interaction rate."
Lin Ting opened the video later, and the face he had just seen three hours ago appeared on the screen, lowering his eyes to solve a complex calculus.
The barrage scrolled crazily: [My hands are so pretty] [Is this the speed of solving problems human?] [Anchor, look at me!
By some strange coincidence, she logged into the trumpet, typed the next line and sent it:
[Anchor, if someone writes you a love letter, would you really refuse?
Jiang Yu paused and looked up at the camera.
"Yes."
"Unless she can beat me in the mathematical analysis test."
