Hot on the outside and even hotter on the inside, the campus male god Duan Fei x the depressed and sensitive beauty Han Yi with low self-esteem
Question: What should you do when a 200-pound fat man suddenly turns into a handsome guy?
Duan Fei: What else can we do? Chase!
Han Yi, a 200-pound fat man in high school, lost weight in a few years and became "the number one dream lover of contemporary girls"
At a classmate's cocktail party, Duan Fei came out to get some air, but she met Ai around the corner and caught Han Yi who was drunk. As a result, she was inexplicably knocked on the cp by other classmates.
Duan Fei: It's okay to knock on CP, I want to be on top
Han Yi: No, who wants to form CP with him?
When they met at the drinking party, Duan Fei's heart moved, why is this drunken beauty so beautiful? Slowly get involved in the other person's life, peel off Han Yi's shell layer by layer, and get a glimpse of the other person's heart.
Confessing love on Chinese Valentine's Day, Duan Fei knelt down on one knee with a rose in hand: Han Yi, I like you
Han Yi glanced at him: What do you like about me?
Duan Fei: ... I like them all
Han Yi: I don't like it
The campus violence in high school, teachers' turning a blind eye, and classmates' rejection and targeting, made Han Yi close up his interesting heart layer by layer until Duan Fei's arrival.
Do I really deserve to be liked by others if I don't even like myself?
"Han Yi, you wrote a good diary."
Seeing the man sitting sideways and flipping through his diary, Han Yi blushed all the way to his ears.
"Who told you to look at it! Get it -" Han Yi reached out to grab it, but was unexpectedly pulled into his arms by a smiling man.
"Let me take a look -" the man pretended and was about to read out: "March 9th, today..."
Seeing that Han Yi's eyes were gradually covered with a thin layer of moisture, Duan Fei threw away the diary, hugged the person in her arms tightly and comforted him: "Don't cry, dear, I won't read anymore."
Han Yi grabbed his face angrily, his eyes were covered with moisture and the ends of his eyes were red. He was bullied and said, "You don't have any dark history -"
"Yes, it was me who whistled at you that time..."
"... Tch, gangster, how can this be black history..." Han Yi was stunned, turned away his eyes, and cursed in a low voice.
You are my belated starlight, the bright moon on the Mid-Autumn night
Intention: I want you to peel off your outer shell layer by layer, without having to hide it from me
