"Hey, Xiao Liuzi, your brother and I will graduate from junior high school tomorrow, but why is no one willing to fall in love with me?"
Tang Mo frowned and touched his best friend in the front row - Huang Liu, nicknamed "Xiao Liuzi"
Huang Liu turned around helplessly, opened his still sleepy eyes, slapped Tang Mo's hand away and cursed angrily: "My little ancestor, with your high vision, who else doesn't know that even the school belle has been rejected by you, who else dares to come to you."
After saying this, Tang Mo was filled with helplessness.
Without talking to this kid or answering Huang Liu's sarcasm, Tang Mo turned his head to the sky outside the window, in a daze.