Yu Xianjiang has lived for more than ten years, and his life for these ten years has been as quiet as a lake without any splash. I concentrate on running my own small life every day, but someone doesn't like the calm lake water and throws a huge stone into it.
Small water droplets splashed all over Yu Xiejiang, who was standing on the bank.
A small incident happened in Linjiang No. 1 Middle School in Class 3 of the Grade 2 class that no one cared about, that is, their class was found to have no such class in the Grade 2 class.
Yu Xiejiang carried the table and stumbled to class (10), which was the furthest away from his original class. The road was not only difficult and dangerous, but also his little thoughts mushroomed like mushrooms after a spring rain.
Because he has his male idol in class (10)! Yes, you heard it right, it's a male god!
What made Yu Xiejiang even more unexpected was that he would sit at the same table with his male idol. Although he was under the teacher's nose and in the first row by the window where his legs would freeze in the winter, he could just put on his mother's thick cotton pants and listen carefully in class and secretly take a look at his male idol for a while while the teacher wasn't paying attention!
The two people have no intersection? But it doesn't matter! Mom is here with Mr. Right!
What? Is it easy to feel uneasy if you watch too many male idols? It doesn't matter if you practice calligraphy for an hour at night to stabilize your mind.
What? I don't understand the biology class, but it doesn't matter. The guy is the representative of the biology class, so you can flirt with me boldly~
What? Let me, an invertebrate that is on the verge of death if I run a hundred, run a thousand. It doesn't matter. The male god can run with me~
What? In exams, seats must be arranged according to ranking. God, you fly boldly and I will always be with you. Wait, first in the class, what? I am second in the class, this one has stabilized my love for a long time!
What? I wrote a love letter to my boyfriend anonymously, and he agreed? It doesn't matter. If you refuse, can you write again? Wait, what! Agreed!
What? The male god asked me to fall in love with him? Wait a minute? In love? Secret love come true?
Ps: What I wrote like crazy is a well-behaved man with a delicate mind and a bit of a stinker but full of details.
Concept: All things move and fortunes align