Li Yiran was holding the love biscuits made by his mother, with an expressionless face, standing beside the passionate stadium, watching the lonely and cold person in his mother's mouth "jumping up and down", "Hey Zhuma, I can give you a biscuit."
Ling Yang looked at the words "dog crawling" and the bright red 17 points on Li Yiran's history paper, and couldn't help but close his eyes. I looked at the physics paper again, and after perfectly avoiding all the correct options, I found a shocking total score of 9 points. My lips trembled, and after a long time I said, "Baby, I didn't expect you to be interested in liberal arts."
Ling Yang (the shame of forceful flirtation) x Li Yiran (a scumbag with a correct attitude)