My idol seems to be the second boy in Mahjong that I hate the most.
The little fan of my waistcoat is my number one enemy in this life.
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Yun Zhiyi didn't know why so many people liked a middle-aged mahjong boy, just as he didn't know why she became his sidekick three years later.
Another thing that was wrong was that her favorite novelist Shuang Jisheng seemed to be in Zhangzhou.
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Yun Zhiyi: Brother Jiang, I love you
Frost Has Fallen:... Didn't you just scold me yesterday?
Yun Zhiyi:? ? ? When?
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Yun Zhiyi: ... The frost has fallen, is it you?
Xiao Qi: Do you know it now?
Yun Zhiyi: I have something to do, so I'll go to bed first.
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Xiao Qi was like a thin wooden boat under the mist, as if it might veer off course in a certain turbulence at any time. But at this moment, Yun Zhiyi just wanted to get on the boat quickly, and there was nothing else.
She knew that some things were difficult to do, but she just wanted to try.
"I know our chances are infinitely slim, but if we don't try, they won't even be slim."
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Rivals turned lovers, 1v1, he.
Intention: Wherever the plains end, there are spring mountains
