Ordinary junior high school, ordinary class, two most ordinary students.
Their stories have no dramatic twists and turns, only daily routines driven by report cards, seating charts, and student-on-duty tasks.
But why do I remember——
The inadvertent warmth on his fingertips when he handed over the lollipop?
On graduation day, when the traffic light turned from red to green, what was the last thing he didn't say?
It turns out that the most thrilling battles of youth happen when we measure the distance between each other with the corner of our eyes.
This is a long record about how "ordinary" becomes "unique".
Intention: We go from being at the same table to being in the same class, and finally becoming the same class. This is the most common discrete formula of youth.
