Nan Moshi, who had just entered University A, could say that the relationship between the two of them had become increasingly chaotic from the moment he first met Mu Qingrong. The fate of the two of them seemed to have been arranged by God, from Mu Qingrong's French elective course, to being the class teacher, to the training before the sports meeting... No matter how you describe fate, you can't be sure. "Classmate Nan Moshe, please tell me what Très heureux de vous rencontrer means in French." "..." "Classmate Nan Moshe, in the negative sentence of the past tense in French, where is the adverb generally placed?" "..." Mu Qingrong said with a slight smile: "Three French vocabulary essays, each of 300 words, with self-made titles, due next week." Later, feelings started to come up all over the place. There were whispers among school teachers and classmates in front of her, and there were love rivals in front and back who targeted her at every turn. Nan Moshi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to express that Ah Rong was worth it.