Ai, this is a nerve-wracking matter. This kind of thing can't be written in the memory tree. Otherwise, Zhao Ying will see it. She will think that my thoughts are lecherous. It could inflict the opposite effect instead.
Then, I will start from the first time I entered Zhao Ying's office and shooed away Jin Gang, who brought the flowers! Thinking of this, Yang Ming's train of thought gushed out like spring water. He started writing his flowery love story. From the first remedial class to that moonlit night when the two ate noodles together, when they faced the gangsters, the moment when they almost kissed, until the reunion after graduation... The coffee shop talk, and Yang Ming pretending to be her boyfriend...
Yang Ming found that he really had a talent for writing. Thanks to the novels often written by a guy named Fishman II, his level of essay composition had greatly improved.
