Zhan Lin always felt that there were no ghosts and gods in the world - but there was a person who haunted him like a ghost.
"Classmate Qi Yu, you are going to stop this, right?"
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The sinister and obedient academic master Qi Yu (attack) × the explosive and cold Zhan Lin (receiver)
Classmate Xiaoyu, I'm afraid of heights...
[Please don't ky my other works. When it comes to this work, I write seriously. Thank you for your likes.]
Intention: weightlessness is your heartbeat, landing is you.