When I was a junior, I finally got up the courage to confess my secret love to the girl who had a secret love for two years.

I put a lot of candles downstairs in the girls' dormitory that day, and I specially asked someone to borrow a horn. When I was ready, I pressed the horn switch. When I was talking to the speaker, it suddenly came out: old mobile phone, worn-out mobile phone, scissors, washbasin. ...

There were a lot of people present at that time, which made them laugh. I was embarrassed and at a loss.