My name is Li Yang. I’m a freshman with an unremarkable face, the kind of guy who disappears into a crowd.
My only plan for my four years at university was to keep my head down and coast along until graduation.
But I had a little secret I couldn’t tell anyone: I’m an extremely picky, hardcore leg man.
Then came the first day of registration.
When I tried to save a bowl of hot soup from spilling in the cafeteria, I unexpectedly met a girl named Wen Ya.
The moment our eyes met, I first noticed her flawless, art-like legs beneath a pair of light-colored skinny jeans. Then I looked up and found myself staring into a pair of gentle, apologetic eyes.
At that moment, as my heart skipped a thunderous beat, I knew my plan to keep a low profile was completely doomed.
Here is tomato, please get a golden finger