In the late autumn season, the rustling autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, bringing with it a touch of desolation and coldness. The maple leaves turned red. The young man under the tree held up his camera and took pictures of the red leaves with an indifferent expression. There was another person taking pictures of him in the distance, but he didn't know it. This is a pure, simple love, gradually rippling in this chilly autumn day.
"Gu Mang, come to the student union."
"Okay."
"Gu Mang, you are not allowed to accept love letters from girls."
"Got it."
"Gu Mang, play the flute for me."
"... No."
(The copywriter is incompetent, what kind of h is there? The attributes of attack and reception should be cold, gentle, and doting attack, and the style of writing is light. I have also posted this article in the post bar, and the ID is Yizhen Guchen)