After two years without a desk mate, Tian Chen finally got one in his senior year. He was determined to hold on tight and never become a desk-mate-less loner again. He never expected that calling his new desk mate a sissy the first time they met would earn him complaints every day. One class, he'd just secretly drawn a doll in his desk mate's notebook; the next, their homeroom teacher called him out and made him stand at the back. Aren't desk mates supposed to help each other? Why were he and his desk mate always at each other's throats? Sorry, I don't need you to repay me anymore. I won't burn incense for you next year, either. All those immortals are frauds!
Theme: Fate
