Save the Tragic Girl Starting with Four Lies

""Friendly slang" is dead! Dead! Hahaha! Xinchuan XX, you have no heart!" Late at night, a sharp wail erupted from the third floor of a university dormitory building. Half a pack of wind paper towels flying from the upper bunk cut through the air and accurately hit the glass of already cold water next to the notebook - artificially guided by "wind wind". "He Chenguang!" Chen Chang jumped up hysterically, and the screen flashed with green smoke amidst the splashing water. Before he had time to move, the spreading liquid had quietly soaked into the pair of ripped cotton slippers on the soles of his feet. … Holy light. JPG Leisurely voice: "Brave young man, your 'sincerity' touches me. Are you actively seeking time travel in this way... Okay, then let me see what you are capable of!"