In Lu Chengqi's eyes, Classmate Feng was a perfect Miao Zhenghong, enthusiastic and upright. Except for the occasional head cramp, everything else seemed to be perfect.
In Feng Buyan's eyes, classmate Lu is like the dodder flower in the greenhouse. One word is weak, two words are weak, weak. Three words: weak, weak, weak. Well, then he will reluctantly protect this flower!