The days of senior year in high school are always filled with endless test papers and endless mock tests. It is boring and depressing, with no end in sight.
I am an ordinary girl who is unremarkable in the crowd, submerged in the sea of people and inconspicuous.
Until I noticed the cool academic god who was firmly at the top of the grade.
He is taciturn and quiet, has a sense of alienation, and is always focused on solving problems. He is the only dazzling light in the gloomy high school.
We are not in the same class, have almost no intersection, and have never spoken a word.
I could only look at him quietly with my peripheral vision in the corridor, examination room, and under the flag-raising platform.
Full of low self-esteem, the pressure of the college entrance examination, and the timidity of adolescence, I kept this heartbeat deep in my heart, not daring to get close, and never daring to confess.
I thought it was just me who was in chaos, but I didn't know that he had quietly looked at me in the crowd at countless moments.
After all, youth was defeated by reality, by entering a higher education, and by the cowardice of not daring to speak.
Later, the evening breeze was still there and the crowds were crowded. We finally became the people who met each other in our youth but missed it forever.
