Mu Qiu took out the pink letter stuffed into the backpack and laid it on the table.
Then mercilessly shattered his big dream: "You are a senior high school student who is doing terribly in academics and is idling around all day.
One day, after a good deed, you fell in love at first sight with a girl from our street dance club and even wrote her a love letter hoping to get her contact information."
Li Yang, fantasizing about his upper-class identity: "...…Did you see it wrong? That might be Guo Yin's identity."
Speaking of Guo Yin's identity, Mu Qiu smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, Guo Yin's identity is arranged differently."
Guo Yin directly buried his head on the table, not daring to face Li Yang's reaction later.
Judging by this reaction, it must be quite something.
Tortured by the aroma of shiitake mushroom stew and chicken noodles from Shi Yuhuai and Han Xizheng, the others became curious.
"What identity? So ashamed that Guo Yin won't even face it."
