The first time I met Fang Cheng was on that afternoon. The hot wind blew over my face with a sticky smell of ice cream, and the sound of cicadas on the trees was like those non-mainstream rock singers singing heavy metal songs that kept bombarding my brain. Then Fang Cheng walked over, his flat suit exuding the unique smell of men's perfume. It's a pity that at that time I was sweating profusely and my mind was not clear. I just felt like I was in school and met Gu Tongfan again. I gently touched his face, and then slapped him hard.
So, my performance when I first met Fang Cheng was pretty bad.