There is a kind of fate in this world called being assigned to a class that you hate.
There is a kind of fate in this world: you will always be assigned to a group you hate.
Panting, Cheng Qi packed up her belongings in the dormitory and returned to the classroom to wait for school to end. She was forced by the new class teacher to work as a coolie to paste business cards for classmates.
The classmates came in one after another. Most of them were panting and sitting in their seats, drinking water and fanning themselves. Cheng Qi walked around the classroom with a slight embarrassment. When she finished pasting the business card of the last person in the fourth group, there was only one left in her hand.
She sighed deeply and went to find this person
She knelt down close to his desktop and pasted his name on it.
But Cheng Qi probably didn't expect that this boy would stay with her throughout her high school years.
A man named Ting'an