Zhu Ying, as the president of the student union of No. 1 Middle School in the city, is both talented and beautiful. She is considerate and approachable. She is a good student in the eyes of teachers.
One day when I went to the hospital for a checkup because of a stomachache, I bumped into the handsome but taciturn Mo Shengyan from my class.
In line with the principle of saying hello, I found that the boy's eyes had a different wildness than at school.
The boy covered the wound on his shoulder with a lollipop hanging from his mouth. He frowned: "Let."
Zhu Ying has a good temper: "Classmate Mo?"
The person in front of me raised his eyebrows with an impatient expression: "Who are you?"
"?" None of the classmates know him?
Purpose: Campus life