The first day Song Yi transferred to a new class, he was noticed by his classmates.
The person at the back table poked her back with a pencil, and when she turned around, she met a pair of pool-like eyes.
"Hey, classmate Song, are you dating?" He looked a little naughty, so I must have refused naturally.
"No"
So the next day, this sentence appeared on the confession wall of Bingde Middle School: Song Yi, a classmate of Grade 2 (3), belongs to me, Jiang Linchuan, and none of you are allowed to provoke her!
When Song Yi had a high fever, there was no one around him. She opened her phone in confusion and dialed a number she was very familiar with.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes. My eyes are a little red and swollen, I don't know if it's from crying or staying up late.
"You also said that you don't like me. The first person you think of when you are sick is me."
"? I didn't say I liked you!"
"Hey, you lied, your face is red!"
Song Yi quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a photo of his face, then turned to Jiang Linchuan and said, "Jiang Linchuan, I don't like you!"
Intention: Only by studying hard can you meet your own Jiang Linchuan