The No. 1 Student in the city was transferred from No. 2 Middle School. As the "flower of No. 2 Middle School", Yu Buxian naturally had to take good care of him.
But she didn't expect this god of learning to be so cold.
"Classmate, I got the book for you." "Thank you."
"My deskmate, can you teach me how to do this question?" "No."
"My deskmate, are you free on the weekend?" "No."
"Tablemate..."
It was the first time that Yu Buxian met such an aloof boy, which made her even more interested. Although she still had to miss the "Flower of the High Mountain" on WeChat, she was bound to get it.
Intention: Relieve