It's Chen, Not Cheng

The cheerful and generous but irritable young man (Shou) VS whose appearance does not match his personality and has a vicious tongue (Attack) I thought they were enemies, but unexpectedly they were deliberately plotting against each other. The receptionist walked to Yan Chen's table. At first, Yan Chen's attitude towards the receptionist was: he looked cool but only a little bit more handsome than himself, and looked cold and cold. Then he put a filter on the receptionist. Unexpectedly, the front table said: "Your table is too far forward, stack it back." This scene fell into Yan Chen's eyes: disdain, arrogance, contempt Yan Chen: Okay, the filter is broken. Is this person here to cause trouble? One day, Yan Chen was lying on the sofa at Ms. Lin's house with her legs crossed and playing games with her friends. Ms. Lin was sitting on the other side, talking and laughing on the phone with someone. Ms. Lin was still smiling until she hung up the phone. Yan Chen glanced at his mother in confusion and said, "Mom, who are you talking to so happily?" "Auntie Wen. She said that Xiao Yuan seems to have fallen in love with a little girl recently, but she can't find out no matter how much she asks. I heard Aunt Wen say that through her observation, Xiao Yuan seems to be still pursuing her." Yan Chen asked while playing games: "Xiao Yuan?" Ms. Lin: "Yes, Tan Qingyuan." Yan Chen sat up from the sofa in a flash, and his voice couldn't help but raise: "Tan Qingyuan?!" Ms. Lin joked: "Yes, you went to school together in the third grade of elementary school. But then he transferred to another school. I'm afraid you forgot about it, but people remember you quite clearly. They often ask about you from her mother. I remember you said you wanted to marry someone else as your wife." Ms. Lin laughed while reading Yan Chen's black history. Yan Chen's ears were already turning red: "Mom, please stop talking now." Before he finished speaking, Yan Chen clicked on the game chat box [Colored Orange: Have we seen Gou Yuan when we were young? [T: Well, what's wrong? Yan Chen continued typing [Then you won't fucking tell me? You still pretend not to know me, you...]. Before Yan Chen could finish typing, a kill report came to his ears. First blood It was Yan Chen's game character lying on the ground. T:? ? Don't give away the human machine. Kneel down and thank you. Super sweet campus essay, HE If you don't like it, just skip it, no need to tell you why you don't like it. Hello, hello, hello everyone, read the article happily and be kind and kind. Intention: Study hard and make progress every day.