I suspect that my deskmate has a crush on me, but I have no proof.
Evidence 1: He insisted on giving me extra lessons and didn't charge me. Evidence 2: He always brings an extra umbrella when it rains, saying it's "just right". Evidence 3: His draft paper has my name all over it. When I asked him about it, he said it was "written by hand".
Okay, Lu Yu, keep pretending. Anyway, I keep all your draft paper.
On the wedding day, I will frame 137 pieces of draft paper and paste them all over the entire auditorium.
It'll be up to you if you still want to say it's "smooth" when the time comes.
Concept: The sweetest thing is not that he says he likes you, but that he doesn't say anything but does everything
