Ke Yixuan lived for seventeen years, and the social death scene could go around Sharon High School three times——
On the first day of school, I hit a telephone pole and was hit by the newly transferred back desk.
What's even worse is that the person behind the table not only has the face of Zhang Qingjun, but also performs "tea art performances" in front of her every day:
"Master, I don't know this question."
"Master, the sunset makes you look so red."
"Master, I just want to sit at the front and back tables with you."
Ke Yixuan only thought that this classmate was a little sick at first, until one night during self-study, she accidentally turned around and looked into his amber eyes.
The smile in his eyes was so thick that it seemed to melt her whole body into it.
Only then did she realize that some people were calling "Master" while they were thinking about how to turn her into their girlfriend.
It turns out that those unspoken words have long been hidden in the fingertips of handing over homework, the tacit understanding of borrowing scratch paper, and every "tacit understanding" in each other's eyes.
Small Theater
Ke Yixuan: "Mu Zhizhao, what do you want to do?"
Mu Zhizhao pushed up his glasses and smiled innocently: "I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted Master to give my apprentice a five-star review.
Purpose: To use a relaxed and humorous style to describe the story of Ke Yixuan, a sophomore in liberal arts, and Mu Zhizhao, a transfer student, who gradually fell in love with each other in their daily interactions. It shows the delicate thoughts, pure friendship and hazy love of adolescent boys and girls, and explores how the "tacit understanding" becomes the gentlest footnote in youth.