So... The relationship between the arrogant young gangster and the cold-blooded academic master with explosive martial arts is actually a bottle of concentrated grapefruit juice?
From the initial dislike of each other to the final public coming out, they thought they were childhood sweethearts but turned out to be emotional mentors, thought they were love rivals but turned out to be God's help?
My writing style is from an elementary school student. If you don't like it, please don't criticize me. Thank you.
Intention: If you are born in this world, if you always hesitate to move forward, wouldn't you be ashamed of the pine smoke on the case and the scorching summer sun?
