Classmate Jian Sheng, a scumbag, feels that she is losing air every second, which is in line with her cool life.
Zhuang Jia wanted to say, Classmate Jian, I don't care about the sky or the earth, let alone the air in between. I only care about you.
Daily small theater:
Jian Sheng was seriously calculating math problems, such as trigonometric functions and exponential functions, which made her head almost explode.
Somehow, the air is getting hotter and hotter, as if something is getting closer to me. Jian Sheng suddenly raised his head and brushed past a face.
Jian Sheng blushed and pushed the other person against the wall, "You, what do you want to do?"
Zhuang Jia was pushed hard by her, coughed twice, and returned tremblingly: "No, I didn't do anything. I just wanted to get close to you. What can I do?"
Many years later.
Jian Sheng pushed Zhuang Jia against the wall again, with a smirk on her lips.
This time, Zhuang Jia had a blush on his face, "You, what do you want to do?"
Jian Sheng framed Zhuang Jia with both hands, "What do I want to do? Hum, I just want to get close to you. What can I do?"
With a snap, the lights dimmed.
Well, great, another great day.
New here, please take me away if you are cute.