The souls of the scumbag heroine and the aloof teacher are exchanged. This is the first time I tried to write my own little story. It was originally a growth theme, telling the story of how two people helped each other get out of their respective predicaments. By the way, the heroine also succeeded in picking up the hero. Now I seem to be a little out of control as I write and write, and have begun to develop into a daily routine of campus sand sculptures. Maybe it could be written as a comedy.