Seventeen-year-old Wei Lan, when she was busy chasing the footsteps of her male god, suddenly broke into her life. She had delicate features and could not hide her faint smile. He was like a grass growing on the top of her heart, and the spring breeze spread deeply into her green years.
He is the best-looking, best-tempered, and most bullied teacher she has ever met...
She was the most careless and unruly person he had ever met, and she loved being lazy and cheating the most, leaving him the most helpless.
He's students...
"Qi Lan, stop playing around and draw quickly." Wen Run rubbed the center of her eyebrows, trying hard to suppress the faint arc between her two thin lips.
"Oops, I've been painting all morning, and you don't let me rest. I'm going to get arthritis." As she said that, Weilan rolled her eyes at Wenrun. After a few seconds, she looked at him pitifully with a hurt look on her face. "Can you help me change it?"
Wen Run felt that he must be a terrible failure as a teacher. He obviously wanted to put on a serious face and frighten the child, but he had such a bad temper that he got defeated every time he saw her expression...