Yiyuan, the proud son of heaven, accidentally touched an English grammar book in the corner of T Middle Library, so he lay down on the sofa and opened the book to read. In addition to the boring grammar exercises, he became very interested in the alphabetical order that flashed intermittently, so he picked up the pencil in his mouth and scribbled in the blank space. Before he knew it, the sun was setting and dusk was approaching. When Yi Yuan pieced together the scattered letters, a horrifying conversation appeared in front of him.
The pencil marks are still there, but the person has changed. Yi Yuanni laughed a few times and tore off a few pages of his graffiti.
In the past, let it leave only a trace.