It was the summer when he was nine years old. Liang Shuyi was lazily leaning on a tree, pulling off a leaf and playing an unknown tune, which seemed to blow away the summer heat. Luo Miao stood tensely at the school gate, with a broom in her hand and a bucket standing next to her. She looked like a soldier undergoing review. Those who didn't know better thought they were holding knives and guns, ready to strike at any suspicious person. It is now mid-day self-study time, and the school gate is empty. Only these two students whom the teacher values can be sent here to guard. In fact, they just see the teacher saying hello and sweeping the fallen leaves. "Hey, little meow, come here." Liang Shuyi threw the leaves and called Luo Miao over like a pet. Luo Miao glanced at him and saw the leaves on the ground. She was so angry that she picked up the broom and hit him.
"Xiao Meow, can you stop showing off your teeth and claws, and can you be nice to your master?"
"Fuck you, get here."
Concept: Love has thousands of forms