A beautiful writer is attacked by a cold and cold iceberg. It's not a mutual attack. There's something wrong with the introduction.
Nan: "You must not be him! Get off him quickly, you fake person."
Shi (holding his forehead): "I am."
Nan (silently picked up the cup): "Look, you admitted that you are a fake." He said and threw the cup at Shi.
Hospital–––
Lying on the hospital bed, he weakly raised his hand: "I am him"
"Ha? Ber, brother, are you stupid? Can't you tell the difference between personal pronouns?" Nanshou said thoughtfully, holding his chin.
Shi couldn't see his future at a glance and foamed at the mouth.
"Ber, brother, don't leave yet. I'm going to ask you something. If you can answer it, I will believe you."
Nan: "Have you not learned etiquette yet?"
When: "The way of a concubine"
Nanda was shocked: "Xiao Mozi, come and see you."
When: "I'm not"
Nan: "Don't be shy~"
Shi Su and Nan started an endless cycle, and finally succeeded in getting angry to death.
Lying on the ground with no love at all: He's dead, don't cue.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy had nothing, but he had nothing to lose.
Intention: None