When Zhou Hangjin met Song Ziyue again, he often thought that they were childhood sweethearts. When we were young, you threw a piece of mud and I threw a stone. They were only four years apart in age. How could Song Ziyue become her teacher in just a few years, no, just more than ten years after not seeing each other? This made her feel so embarrassed. Where did she put her IQ? She was still taught mathematics that made her miserable...
Intention: Deliberate arrangements make lovers finally get married.