The spring breeze of reform enters colleges and universities.

Students are not in pain.

Since the prohibition of teacher-student love

The senior rolled his eyes again.

How clever the new girl student is.

The campus is like a hundred flowers garden.

You chased me and robbed him.

Afraid of falling behind others.

Junior, I have a house and a car.

Being my girlfriend has nothing to say.

He has a garage and a loan.

Look at my money, burn hot pot

Nowadays, students read less.

Low grades, more puppy love

I advise my brother not to be fooled.

Or ride my bike?