The cafeteria of a university of traditional Chinese medicine.
"Ning Ning, Ning Ning, I just saw a boy who completely matches your ideal type. Your love has arrived." A baby-faced girl sat down opposite a girl who was quietly counting rice grains with a dinner plate.
Before the girl even raised her head, the roommate next to her exploded, "Are you kidding me? Ning Ning's perverted mate selection criteria can be met by our small temple?" He started counting, "Ning Ning's hands are beautiful, his handwriting is beautiful, his voice is nice, he is gentle and refined without being a girl, he must be strong in science, and he can also help her memorize traditional Chinese medicine appraisals."
The girl didn't react at first, but she quickly covered her roommate's mouth when she heard the last thing. She still wants to be embarrassed.
Before he could even finish his move, there were coughs coming from the table behind him, obviously he was choked by his roommate's shocking words.
After a long time, the girl looked at the handsome man kneeling in front of him and smiled, "Give me a reason to marry."
"I have a doctorate in physics, and I can help you memorize the identification of Chinese medicines."
Intention: Whether you love or not has nothing to do with being right or wrong.