C149 Even a Goddess Has to Fart

Time has a way of slipping through our fingers.

Before we knew it, another three months had whisked by, leaving just thirty days until the college entrance exam.

Yang Ming's days had settled into a predictable rhythm: school, Hudan, home, shuttling between Moo Hongli and Zheng Sisi.

He had become a master of time management, straying further down the path of a cad.

"Yang Ming