There is nothing wrong with the word "like" in itself.
Two years ago, when Jie Fei and his friends went home, they passed by the honor list at the school gate. They just took a look at it and couldn't move it.
"Ancestor, where are you standing on the telegraph pole?"
Jie Fei waved his hand and pointed to the most conspicuous position on the honor list: "He!"
"What are you doing? Are you going to stir up trouble again?"
"I want to chase him!"
The person in the photo looked down at him coldly.
Later, this seemingly joke turned out to be true.
"I like you, Lu Xianqing."
Intention: Study hard