"The mints he gave me were bitter."
Ji Qiubai is a well-known flower in the journalism department.
He is sharp in interviews, cold in deeds, and tells the truth in the student union.
No one knows that he always has a box of mints in his pocket.
Used to cover up the smell of cigarette smoke and suppress those old wounds that festered late at night.
Lu Xiao is the prodigal spokesperson of the finance department.
Basketball captain, with dazzling ear studs, and a tiger-like smile that can deceive the whole school's heartbeat.
But when he handed over a mint candy, Ji Qiubai saw clearly the old scars on his palm:
"Senior, the taste you like... Is the same as my mother's."
They are tit for tat and collude with each other.
He crashed and hung up the debt collection phone call while trembling on a rainy night;
He caught him writing a draft of his name on the attic at three in the morning.
When public opinion comes with malicious intent,
The flower of the high mountain smashed the microphone with her own hands, while the prodigal son knelt on the glass shards to bandage him:
"Ji Qiubai, the way you show off your strength... Is even uglier than when I smoke."
"When the mint melted on my tongue, I finally tasted him."
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day