?? In the classroom, the rustle of chalk seems to be telling silent regrets. The figure who once sweated on the basketball court is now only floating in the memory. The whistle of the game was still ringing in his ears. He stood on the sidelines, watching the backs of his teammates fade away. How I wish he could turn back time and let him make a new choice, and no longer let his youth leave that trace of regret that cannot be erased. ??
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
