Perhaps life should start from junior high school, that youth that breaks away from immaturity and begins to have its own charm.
"Everyone, be quiet! Now please students in the first row, please come up and pass the test papers from left to right and from back to front. Be careful not to write in advance! There are still ten minutes until the exam!"
With the ringing of the bell and the swaying of the branches, a fight over pen and ink also began.
A young man holding a white porcelain blue and white zero-dot five-ink stylus pen has a fierce aura, waiting for the opportunity. There are several pairs of eyes hidden in the mist that has not yet dispersed. That is the beast!
Boom~boom~boom! The simple and dull bell rang, and the classmates holding blue and white porcelain moved with the sound, faster than the heartbeat and as fast as the wind! I waved my hand and started to write, causing ink to spatter, but I couldn't go any further.
The ink from the pen tip dripped on the test paper, staining it with ink flowers and blooming.
Time also passed by one second or two until the hour hand shook slightly and the minute hand dropped three marks and the second hand rotated one hundred and eighty times.
The young man finally put down his pen.
Intention: To write what is in Ping's heart, to write what is in his heart