The setting sun dyed the football field amber. Lin Feng volleyed the ball into the dead center of the goal. Sweat dripped down his jawline and onto the turf. The bottle of ice-cold orange soda on the bench on the sidelines was still steaming, but no familiar figure showed up. "Do you mind if I play football?" This sentence is like a football hanging in the air, rolling repeatedly in their youth. (This book has no system or time travel, only reality. Maybe you can find your youth in the book)
