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I am a young girl who may not be the most beautiful woman in the country, but I am still pretty and decent. I have lived for 20 years and have always been handsome and decent. I never thought that one day I would be hung on the confession wall for serving a bowl of rice. That person is still recognized as the male god in the school. He is also a male god that I admire very much. Listen, the sound of broken face. But life still has to go on. Based on the principle of "I am not very important", I firmly believe that the popularity of this matter will subside sooner or later. In a few days' time at school, no one will know that I am serving bowls of rice and saving face. I am still a good man. After I figured out the issue of face, I carefully read the confession wall. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am an insulator similar to a confession wall. I finally confessed to a wall last time and I was not afraid of everyone laughing when I said it. I wish I could have that piece of text engraved into my DNA. Fortunately, I still have some sense. After I carefully read the text sent by my boyfriend, I realized that he wanted to ask for my help to increase his appetite by posting me on the confession wall. Can you agree to this? Of course I have to agree. Although I am not very good at getting along with boys and getting along with them is a bit nervous, but as a successor of socialism, I know that when getting along with classmates, we must be honest and friendly, help each other, love each other, and live in harmony... Okay, let me show it off, I just want to watch handsome guys and be entertained. So, I became my boyfriend's best friend. Empathetic