The first time we met, the sun was just right. Qin Sheng was petting the cat obediently and calmly. Jiang Yun was thinking at that time: Could this person be an angel?
The second time we met, the spring breeze warmed the sun. Qin Sheng smiled sweetly and hugged Jiang Yun's waist. But Jiang Yun couldn't think of anything bad, because there was a book stuffed in Qin Sheng's bag. Jiang Yun looked at the corners of the book: three years of college entrance examination, five years of simulation.
The third time we met, the alley was dark and cold. Qin Sheng looked deserted and wiped the blood from his hands. Jiang Yun thought: How much N should be the most appropriate amount of force to hit someone from this angle?
Ps: This is the first time for an author with a Buddhist handicap to write an article. Please don't worry about updates. The author is a 1,000-word-per-hour type of emm... Also, the author's writing style is not very good... (Estimated weekly updates: 500)
pps: This is a serious novel covered in love.
What novel are you reading? Have you finished your homework? Have you previewed the new lesson? Have you finished the online class? There are children who stay at home all day long and don't go out for a walk.
——The above is a warm reminder from the author who has been tortured by online classes O(∩_∩)O~
Concept: What kind of love is it? Is it difficult to answer the questions? [Okay, actually this is a sweet article]