Class 17’S Qiao Mai Has Yet to Take the Stage (Part Two)

The boys at the legendary “girls’ school” decide to form a basketball team to prove themselves. It’s about as difficult as building a navy in Guizhou, opening a ski resort in Equatorial Guinea, or constructing a Shaolin Temple in Rome. With nothing to their name, they can only start from scratch, meeting people one by one and accomplishing things one at a time. Ordinary kids, geniuses, rich kids who lie flat, small-town quiz champions, rose boys. And girls who are nobody’s supporting cast, shining in scripts that were never meant for them... There are no golden fingers, no cheats, no spectacular comebacks. Just sweat, tears, summer thunder, the fleeting sunset beyond the classroom window, a light brush of fingertips, glaring sunshine, slow-blooming growth, dreams left unspoken and feelings too frightening to confess. These are the things that make up our youth. This is how we grew up.