C12 They Were like Strangers

What happened tonight was like a strange dream, a drunk Xiao Yao, a strange Wen Liuguang. . . The next morning, after seeing Wen Liuguang's cold face, I was even more certain that last night must have been a dream.

How could he possibly block me at my doorstep and put two faces to my face?

Because I woke up late, when I came to the classroom, almost all the students were already there