If Cheng Nanxing was given another choice to go back to the alley to save people, he chose not to.
Obviously my deskmate was just friendly and approachable before, but what about now? What a greasy man!
Deskmate: Guess where my heart is?
Cheng Nanxing: Left.
Deskmate: NoNoNo, on your side!
Deskmate: Cheng Nanxing, there is something on your face.
Cheng Nanxing: Did you just eat something to get it stuck on? Sit forward and borrow a mirror. Nothing.
Deskmate: You are a bit pretty.
The mirror in Cheng Nanxing's hand was broken.
The next day, my deskmate entered the classroom with two dark circles under his eyes.
Cheng Nanxing: What's wrong with you?
Deskmate: I didn't sleep well yesterday.
Cheng Nanxing: What's the matter?
Deskmate: Yes, the quilt is too light to suppress my thoughts about you.
Cheng Nanxing: What should I do if I want to hit him?
Purpose: Helping each other at the same table