Xu Yan, a little boy, entered the first grade and by coincidence found himself in the same class as Zhao Youyou again.
As soon as the little girl entered the door and saw him, her eyes lit up involuntarily, and she dashed forward with her little backpack going "taptaptap—", promptly seizing the seat next to little Xu Yan.
"Yanyan, we are in the same class again, what a fate!" The moment she sat down, she excitedly chattered into his ear.
Little Xu Yan's heart was filled with resistance; he didn't want this kind of fate with her at all. She was just too noisy, too annoying. He had assumed that after moving on to the first grade, he wouldn't have to see her again, but watching the person who had settled beside him all on her own, his pretty eyebrows couldn't help but furrow, and he held back with great effort to prevent himself from telling her to shut up.
His father and mother had said that a man should be gracious and should not quibble with girls.
