Went to the Same School Together: It's Not Too Late, the Classmates Are Still the Same

Went to the same school together: It's not too late, the classmates are still the same Prologue: The late summer wind blows towards the junior year September at Southern Communication University is still wrapped in sticky heat. The camphor leaves were curled by the sun, and the cicadas chirped so loudly that they seemed to use up the remaining heat of the entire summer. There was a long queue at the milk tea shop at the school gate, and the freshmen dragged their huge suitcases with green and uneasy smiles on their faces, very much like Lu Qiaochuan, Zhong Bai and Ren Yifan two years ago. Lu Qiaochuan carried a half-used backpack and walked slowly on the main road of the campus, his steps dragging as if they were stuck to the asphalt on the ground. He lowered his head slightly, with the broken hair on his forehead covering the emotions in his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "My ideal is to turn into a puddle of mud and quietly pile up in the corner." This is what he has said since his freshman year. Now that he is a junior, this sentence still applies, but his mood is different. The two years of college are like a documentary with the fast-forward button pressed, passing through the scorching sun of military training, the drowsiness in class, the busyness of clubs, staying up late at the end of the semester, and those hidden things. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.