I am the only one in the school who knows Shen Zeyu's secret.
——He can break someone's ribs with a basketball after taking off his student union badge.
——He hangs a photo of the top grader, with a disciplinary notice posted next to it.
He saw through me with his wet dog eyes and hacked into my computer just to leave a line:
"Feng'an, don't look. It's dangerous."
I want to see it.
I checked him thoroughly and ran over his name on every report card until he blocked me in the dusk and chuckled:
"You want to win against me so much? Give it to you. Even I am yours."
But when the Ivy League offer fell into his hands, my future was on the operating table.
He asked me for the last time, his voice was hoarse:
"Would you like to follow me?"
I shook my head. The light in his eyes dimmed into ashes inch by inch.
Later, Mr. Shen was added to the business world, and a doctor who never talked or smiled was added to the operating room.
We finally became each other's story,
The hottest scar, and the farthest star.
Intention: His presence helps her learn to say goodbye