The class teacher draws lots to determine everyone's seats and deskmates.
The head teacher looked at the note in his hand, and Yun Mengchao thought to himself: Don't slap him, don't slap him...
"Yunmeng Chao, Xiao Mo. The ninth row of the first group."
"Really? Me and him." Yun Mengchao said softly.
The two of them sat on their seats. Yun Mengchao said: "Hello, my name is Yun Mengchao. I am your new classmate. Please take good care of me."
"Well, Xiao Mo, please take care of me." Xiao Mo said coldly.
Yun Mengchao glanced at Xiao Mo and turned away.
"Have I seen him somewhere?" Yun Mengchao said.
Xiao Mo said: "Huh?"
Yun Mengchao hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Nothing, nothing."
Intention: longing