"Secret love is a trivial matter to others, but to me, it is a big deal! I have had a crush on someone in my life, and that person is you!" Quan Jiale burst into tears. "Are you done?" A cold voice stopped Quan Jiale's crying. "When you're done, please get out of the way. And, I'll say it one last time, I'm not gay, and I won't be with you. Please put away those disgusting thoughts about me, thank you." Li Mo's cold and icy voice instantly made Quan Jiale freeze. Before he could speak again, Li Mohan walked around him and left without looking back. Quan Jiale turned around, knelt on his knees, "No!!!!" And stretched out a hand to retain the man who was indifferent to him. "Ah!!! Heaven, earth! Why are you teasing me like this! You want me to fall in love with someone I shouldn't fall in love with!!" Quan Jiale cried. "~Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is rustling~" This desolate music undoubtedly made Quan Jiale's mood worse at this time. It is obviously summer, but there is a winter atmosphere. Looking around, I saw an old man lying on a bamboo chair, waving a cattail leaf fan and looking at Quan Jiale affectionately with a mocking expression. "Uncle, can you turn off this music?" "You mean Shenma? I can't hear you clearly?" "I say! Uncle! Can you turn off this music!" "Shenma? Turn the sound up a little louder? Good, good, good." "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooots (olds) music!" Quan Jiale ran away crying. "Hey! Today's young people cry all the time, which is useless."
The cold, arrogant and frosty academic tyrant Li Mohan
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Purpose: Adapted from personal experiences, all true and true.