I felt like I had been beaten before going to bed. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I didn't know where I was. This was not my home or a hospital. Could I have been sold? What the hell? You wouldn't even dare to write a novel like this, right?
No, am I not a sophomore in junior high school? Why did you jump to the senior year of high school? I haven't learned the lessons in the second year of junior high school yet.
But what's going on with this deskmate next to me who's a bit handsome? What's wrong with me? Oh my God, someone come and save me. Why does my deskmate look at me wrong? Did I offend him before? What, couple, I'm straight! Separate.
The facts tell us that Zhenxiang will never be absent. How can I get my dear deskmate back?
Intention: Come on