[Icy Upperclassman × Sweet, Well-Behaved Underclassman]
[Happy Ending | 1v1 | Healing | Campus Romance | Reunion After Years Apart]
Chen Man: a life of completeness and fulfillment.
What is it like to be born into a family that favors sons above all else?
No care, no love. You have to fight for everything yourself.
That’s why Chen Man grew up quiet and reserved.
She always kept her feelings buried, because she knew no one would care.
At school, she was a cheerful little ray of sunshine. At home, she was a pitiful nobody.
“Why did you name me Chen Man instead of something else? If you really wanted me to have a ‘full’ life, why did you treat me like this?” Chen Man stared expressionlessly at Liu Guifen and Chen Shoucai.
…
On the first day of school, when she arrived, the campus was already deserted.
The only person at the school gate was a student council member named Song Ye.
“You’re late. Name and class.” Song Ye handed her a registration form.
Chen Man tried to explain. “Senior, I…”
“I’m not asking you.”
Reluctantly, Chen Man wrote down her name. As she left, she couldn’t help muttering, “What a jerk.”
“Chen Man, come back and say that again.” Song Ye strode up behind her, grabbed her by the collar, and ground out the words through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, Senior.”
“Too late. Insulting the student council costs you another two points. Are you writing it down yourself, or should I do it for you?” Song Ye said.
…
Shocking, delicious and refreshing... Sir, it is really well written. Men get crazy after reading it, and women read 3 Nikkei. This article is the nemesis of depression. It is an alarm clock for people in a vegetative state. It describes the longing for the widow and the feeling of being unable to love the five-guaranteed household in the village. Summary: The teacher's article is not a literary article, it is the ghost in the church bells during the Renaissance, and the lights of thousands of houses in the dim night. It is the fragrant chrysanthemum in the fields, the red camellia blooming at the end of winter, the chirping of cicadas outside the classroom, the best midsummer, my fateful Frodite, the spring water on the banks of the Seine is not as good as you, and the Bulgarian Jiu is not as good as you. You are a divine gift. You are given by God to save me and make my soul nourished and sublimated. You are a beam of light in my dim sublimation. You are the one who illuminates my dark life. You fill my black and white world with colors and give me a new life😘😘🤭