Early summer, Jinghua University, playground.
The sun was shining brightly, and Zen in June kept shouting "Zhijiazhiji" on the tree. At noon, the playground was empty, with dust sticking to the ground, not daring to move away. A bicycle fell to the ground not far away.
That bicycle belongs to Zhuge Longzhan. He found his lost watch in the playground after class today because he didn't want to meet the "evil wolf" in his class.
It's a disgusting name, he thought.
