He is my instructor and my boyfriend.
The reason why I said this is because we first met at the night market. At that time, he was "bullying" people, but I didn't know that the people he was "bullying" were bad people, and I also helped the bad people beat him. Later I found out... I actually helped a bad guy. L
The more interesting thing is that he, he, he... Is actually our instructor... Ah... I feel like I'm going to die... I really hope he doesn't recognize me.
Sure enough... What is going to come will still come.
–----Separating line----
Instructor: What is your name, the female classmate over there? Have we met somewhere? Do you have a boyfriend? How about getting to know each other?
Me: Can I not tell you my name? Os: I'm scared, but I don't dare to say it.
This incident is the beginning of our story~
Purpose: I like him so I write a novel about the two of us