Lu Qingyuan slammed the table angrily, and Song Shiyu turned around to look, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"What's wrong".
Lu Qingyuan said angrily and unreasonably: "Your water cup is over the limit."
Song Shiyu took a serious look at his water glass, which was sitting beside his table, but he still symbolically moved the glass and whispered: "No."
Lu Qingyuan pointed to the non-existent 38th Parallel, and Hu said: "I said it exists."
"Okay." Seeing that Lu Qingyuan really cared, he put his cup aside and then lowered his head to do his homework.
What a strange deskmate. His things exceed the 38-pound mark every day. His water glass is said to be over the 38-pound mark if he puts it properly.
The classmates in front of me were not surprised. Ever since classmate Song and classmate Lu sat together for a month, classmate Lu had often slapped the table. He didn't know where the bad habit came from. Classmate Song did nothing and made things difficult for him every day.
You said it was over the 38th line, you met me, you are so stupid. Then there are so many bad habits. When I was sitting with classmate Qi, I didn't have the habit of banging the table to make things difficult for my classmates. Now I have it when I'm sitting with classmate Song. If it weren't for classmate Song's easy-going personality and said it was okay, all the classmates in the class would want to beat Lu Qingyuan.
Concept: A cold, dark man and a handsome man with extraordinary sensuality