After his grandfather passed away, He Rong completely lost his only relative.
He was left alone with one of his grandfather's students.
He Rong was all alone, dragging his suitcase alone, like an unwanted stray dog, arriving in this unfamiliar city.
The uncle named Yan arranged for him to transfer to another school and provide accommodation, and asked him to find his son, who happened to be in his second year of high school.
Uncle Yan: My son is good at everything, but his personality is a bit cold. If you meet him, you can joke with him to get closer.
What He Rong regretted most was hearing this sentence.
That night, there was a power outage in the boys' dormitory and it became haunted.
He Rong held the flashlight, thought for a moment, raised it to the edge of his chin, stood behind the man named Yan, and patted his shoulder.
He Rong: Hello, hello.
Yan Zhao turned his head and saw a pale dead face.
There was silence in the air for three seconds.
——Then, He Rong flew eight meters away with his flashlight.
He Rong: Damn you.
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Yan Zhao x He Rong
The cold-faced underwear-washing guru who cleans up the mess every day
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day.
