As the self-proclaimed leader of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Yan Ji can be said to be a dog that is disliked by everyone. Dogs passing by the roadside will quarrel with him.
The first time they met Wan Mang, the two of them became enemies.
A new cake shop opened near the school. Yan Ji sat on a high stool by the window and ate a small strawberry cake comfortably, but his eyes were fixed on the figure of the girl holding an umbrella downstairs.
"Brother Yan, is this the first time we've met her? Every time you stare straight at her, don't you like her?" Fa Xiao joked.
Yan Ji kicked the foot of his stool: "Get out, she and I are incompatible! We are incompatible with each other! We are irreconcilable!!!"
Speaking of this, the corners of his eyes ached, as if it was just yesterday when she beat him.
Under the same roof, he saw the little bastard sitting on the sofa wearing bunny pajamas and said sleepily, "Good morning, I am defeated. Did you sleep well last night?"
Seeing Yan Ji clenching his molars, Wan Mang thought he would fight her again like before.
Unexpectedly, he looked at her like he was mad and giggled: "How about you beat me again? I... I quite like it?"
Wan Mang frowned and said, "I didn't seem to hit you in the head yesterday."
After expressing his feelings to Wan Mang many times to no avail, Yan Ji squatted at the door of the room aggrievedly, staring straight at the door opposite with a pair of wet eyes.
The door to the opposite room opens from the inside. Wan Mang was carrying his schoolbag and glanced at Yan Ji opposite him: "I heard that you have a crush on me?"
Yan Ji pursed his lips, and the depression in his heart suddenly disappeared. He sighed and said, "This is Ming Lian, you stupid idiot."
He really has no choice. The person he likes is a werewolf who has never been in love.
Wan Mang glanced at him blankly and rolled his eyes gently: "It's another trick to play tricks on others."
Yan Ji was heartbroken: "..."
Small theater:
1. During the mission, both of them turned into cats due to accident.
Wan Mang held the squeaking Yan Ji with his paw, standing on the roof of the eighteen-story building, with only the pure pursuit of truth in his heart.
She really wanted to know whether cats had nine lives.
2.
Deeply in love, Yan Ji was ready to confess, but before he could speak, he was already bursting into tears: "To you, am I a friend, confidant, comrade-in-arms, or..."
Wan Mang was holding flowers and wearing playful twin tails. He smiled sweetly and replied: "Shit."
Intention: cannot be empty
