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In the second year of high school, Xin Gan performed exceptionally well and entered the key liberal arts class. When he moved the desks from the first floor to the third floor with great difficulty, the classroom was already full.
Xing Gan could only sit in the first row near the door, which everyone disliked.
People come in and out of the classroom door, the door opens and closes, the wind blows on my legs, my ears are deafened, and the paper holding the door has been torn out of a book.
When someone comes to send a love letter to the school belle, she is the microphone; when the teacher hands out test papers, she is the conveyor belt; the sweaty school uniform jacket of the sports committee is always left on the table.
This obedient gatekeeper really can't stand it any longer.
This time, standing outside the door was the expressionless science top student in his grade, holding ice cream in his hand... The top student was no exception.
Xin Gan didn't even raise his head and said in a cold voice: "Looking for someone? Call yourself!"
"Honey, come out!"
The joking classmates in the class fell silent. Which little fairy could be called the heart of a science tyrant in broad daylight? The tyrant is so good at flirting.
Until her deskmate pushed her, Xing Gan got up and walked out with a red face.
Facially paralyzed science tyrant & well-behaved liberal arts genius
Concept: The love story between a science tycoon and a talented liberal arts girl
