I have been a good girl for 19 years, pretending to be like a grandson. September is the beginning of my second year of college. I want things to be used for me, trees to be planted for me, flowers to bloom for me, and people, of course, love each other and live a good life. . .
Although no one is good at playing music, chess, poetry and painting, in this age of exaggeration, being knowledgeable is more amazing than being good at it. As long as you prostrate yourself when you meet a true master and say you have long admired you, and humbly say you will give in when you meet your opponent in chess, it is better to say with disdain that you shamelessly come to challenge and say get lost. After pinching the right position and showing both hands, now the false reputation is fulfilled, the network is opened, and it is almost unfavorable. . This was Yang Jing's second year of college, and he spent it happily with his best friends. .
But there is retribution for lying, and the retribution comes so harshly. A seemingly fake accident between Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian dragged Yang Jing into a witty and funny fighting arena, making the storm more intense. . . He passed the conservative Mr. Huo, dealt with Xianglan who was hostile for no reason, persuaded the profiteer He Jun, and avoided Fang Yi, who used his hands but did not use his mouth. . . After one trial after another, who will Yang Jing end up in after growing up? Is he a sinister young man with Qingqiu blood? Or are they childhood sweethearts with the same roots? Or the thousand-year-old coquettish guy who has been slow to make a move but always stays close to the water?