The so-called three women perform a play, so sixteen female college students who are not women get together. This is the so-called disaster. Women are always a kind of strange creatures. You think they are this thing, but they are that. Decay can be magic, but magic may become nothing. It is a kind of disaster. A collection of mysteries, among women, adult women have more reality, while young women lack a pair of wings of knowledge that allow imagination to fly. The female college students in between have romantic qualifications and wild conditions. Even the flat world can become a fantasy kingdom, not to mention this colorful life? Fortunately and unfortunately, I am one of them, and I am not exempt from it. Unfortunately, I really hate it. Why, girls are so troublesome, so boys think that girls are mysterious creatures. Girls always have endless private things to say, endless objects of jealousy, and constant suspicions and disasters. Isn't it? It seems that these complaints should not come from my mouth as a woman, but this is a fact. It shows that women really have elusive personalities. I think even the most winding stream cannot flow through a small corner of a girl's heart. Haha, this is my little girl's opinion.