Classmate, can I sit here? Song Yuan was late at the beginning of his freshman year of high school. Fortunately, the head teacher hadn't arrived yet. He looked around and found that there was only an empty seat next to a pretty good-looking girl in the second row. So he stepped forward and greeted her politely, but he didn't expect that he would be in contact with her for the next three years.
Intention: This is love! ! ! ! ! !