In his sophomore year of high school, Jiang Yi's persona of being aloof and cool to the school boss collapsed when he was a transfer student. ——He thought about the topic for two or three minutes, but to no avail. I am going to ask the teacher in charge of the competition in the afternoon. + "Your answer to this question is correct, but your answer is wrong." Suddenly a voice sounded beside him. + "Fuck, is it true that you are sick?" + Jiang Yi was startled, and turned his head to say hello. But he didn't expect that Jing Ziyuan was now holding the backrest of Jiang Yi's chair with one hand, as if holding him in his arms. As soon as he turned his head, the distance between the two became much closer, and he could even feel the other's breathing. + Jing Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, and then naturally turned sideways. + "The official has sent out a revised message. You must have bought this before the revision." + Jing Ziyuan supported his head with one hand and closed his eyes gently, as if he hadn't slept enough. + "Yes, I bought it quite a while ago." Jiang Yi replied, feeling that the tips of his ears seemed a little warm. Hold. + Jing Ziyuan leaned back on the table, "Don't knock two tigers next time." + "........." + Damn it. +Jiang Yi has a little habit. When he is thinking for a long time, he will unconsciously tap the rhythm of some simple songs on his notebook with a pen. No one has noticed this little problem of his. After all, no one has noticed Jiang Yi's writing for so long. +Hey. What are these things?
Intention: love is love