Yaocheng No. 4 Middle School, the place that shed heavy ink on my youth... I still remember the girl who always called me a fool, the boy who always called me a spy, and the little cuties who accompanied me in the end. . It's a pity that they are no longer available...
Because of the pain, I shed tears.
Because I care, I am sad.
Because it is rare, we cherish it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
