The King of the Jungle Is the Ultimate Green Arrow

[Sweet esports prodigy vs. dramatic upperclasswoman] The junior student had been drinking at the celebration banquet after a tournament. A little tipsy, he took her hand and asked, “Sis, why does my face turn red when I drink?” “Ask your own face.” Taking advantage of the alcohol, He Ci wrapped an arm around her waist. “I just don't know, Sis.” Unable to resist the junior's pitiful, coaxing look, she stiffened and struggled for a long time before finally managing, “Because you're a drunk butterfly?” “Sis, don't like that Jiang Yan. He's just some old college student. How could he compare to me?” He Ci rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice full of grievance. “Like me instead. I'm the pure-hearted guy you've always wanted.” “I'm an art student, not a shallow person.” “Sis, forget art. Do me instead!” He's a god in the jungle, but a hopeless loser in love.