Chen Zhinian, the "Flower of the High Mountains" who was held up to the altar by rumors and rumors, knew that he was just an ordinary boy who was lazy by nature, loved to play by nature, liked to buy records and headphones, and treated nightmares as a game. In order to find the stray kitten downstairs of the teaching building, he posted cat-finding notices all over the street, and would stare blankly at the dog he had grown up with, imagining a conversation with its soul.
The process of peeling off the onion skin may make people cry, but the sweet core hidden under the layers of the outer shell still tempted her to shoot an arrow as heavy as a thousand pounds——
So, take the plunge.
In this sincere game, who will take off the disguise first, open the closed heart, and reveal the gentle and soft true nature?
Who will be whose cupid?
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Yi Yao, the flower of Ninth Middle School.
Gaoling, because as the leader of the top science class, he always occupies the top of the science class of No. 9 Middle School.
Because of his handsome face, he was recognized as the "class beauty" of the top science class.
Such a person would have been the most typical but mediocre good student.
The story begins when someone saw a piece of calligraphy practice on the class monitor's desk, signed by Chen Zhinian, the beauty who ranked last in the daily exam in the top liberal arts class next door.
Beside the dignified "Moon of Mengxia in the Sixth Year of Wei Zhenguan" in "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Tie", a few shallow strokes are drawn on a kitten, and small characters on the side read: Yi Yao, the kitten downstairs is so cute.
The onlookers gasped.
Later, Yi Yao went to the next class to teach Chen Zhinian math problems during the break. When he walked back to his own classroom, all the boys in the top science class stood in the corridor and applauded: Welcome back to the class monitor!
Yi Yao pursed her lips, lowered her head and strode into the classroom, refusing to make eye contact with everyone.
The girls watching whispered to the people around them: Look, the monitor's ears are red.
Later, in the summer evening, in the corridor outside the classroom, a boy and a girl stood side by side, looking at the crimson clouds covering the sky. They obviously didn't say anything to each other, but they seemed to have whispered countless words to each other thousands of times.
Time, please remember for me:
In the summer when I was seventeen years old, there was a person who accompanied me to watch the sunset many times.
Purpose: Inspiring girls to grow up.