Song Che drove slowly over on his electric scooter, then stopped on the side of the road and propped his feet on the ground, zealously reminding Yi Shenyan: It's not easy to take a taxi here.
Yi Shenyan: Yeah.
Song Che was still warm-hearted: I'm not in a hurry to go home now, so I can give you a ride.
Yi Shenyan was helpless: Thank you, no need.
Song Che persuaded me nicely: There is a junior high school in front of me, and taxis can't squeeze in during school hours.
Yi Shenyan looked at him, wanting to pick his fingers: If you don't want to take a taxi, my driver will be here in a moment.
Song Che continued driving on his electric bike...
An approachable young master x a noisy and hyperactive good boy
(A very ordinary campus life, a very obscure love affair)
Intention: take your time