"Classmate, you dropped your book." A faint voice came, and then what came into view was a pair of thin white hands, and the "History of Western Art" in their hands
"Thank you." The frizzy boy ran out in a panic, and as soon as he ran, he ran away from his youth.
"Near the north, I'm going to be late running for the student union."
The frizzy boy ran quickly, but unfortunately he was still late, and the student union president standing on the stage turned out to be the person he met in the library.
The system adopted by this student union is very unusual. When the previous student union president left, he had already chosen the next student in advance, and he happened to choose Lin Jin, who was practicing music in the classroom.
"Lin Jin, don't move. I'll draw a sketch for you." Lu Qibai fiddled with the drawing paper with a pen while Lin Jin stood aside and played the flute.
Your life is the melodious music of my flute.
Your eyes are rare gems in my picture.
Purpose: Mutual redemption
