Lin Xi first saw Jiang Yu on a scorching afternoon.
She trained as usual in the Taekwondo gym, which was as hot as a steamer.
Sweat dripped from her snow-white skin, drenching her like rain.
She was so upset that she wanted to hit someone.
Until the coach brought him to her,
That handsome, crime-inducing young man should have been naughty at his age, but he had a reassuring calmness. There seemed to be an iceberg hidden in his eyes, and his eyes were so cold that anyone looked at him could make people tremble.
But from the moment she met his eyes, she discovered,
A warm sun shone in that iceberg,
The tip of the iceberg is quietly melting.
What Lin Xi didn't expect later was that the incomparably cold boy would trick him into going home many years later, allowing his always diligent self to rub his sore waist and sleep until midnight.
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Jiang Yu:
Lin Xi, do you know?
The spring breeze of ten miles is not as gentle as yours,
Thousands of miles of ice are not as good as your smile.
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The irritable and funny heroine × the sinister and affectionate male protagonist
Taekwondo Competitive Articles
Inspired by the third-grade junior high school textbook "The Drunkard's Pavilion", there is no plagiarism, it is meaningless, and there is no need for transparency like a millet like me. All the plots are my own ideas, so no plagiarism.
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I feel like you four years ago. . . . Not in good spirits. . . .
I feel like you four years ago. . . . Not in good spirits. . . .