I went to watch a swimming competition with my crush of three years, but I didn't get to talk to him. I became best friends with his mother first.
The aunt smiled and pushed her son, who had just won the championship, over: "You old classmates, let's talk more."
Me: ... Did you know that your son is the person with the most names written in my diary?
Later, he gave me a championship mascot, and I edited a video to rectify his name.
Later, I was exposed as a bastard by the Internet, and he asked the national team's official account to repost my video.
In the car taking her back to school late at night, he said: "The last big question in your senior year of high school mathematics is simpler than the standard answer."
——It turns out that he knows the secret of my entire youth.
Later, he gave me his injury history.
I made those data into a system that can protect him.
From diaries to project books, from across the corridor to next to the podium.
She used codes to protect his love, and he used gold medals to witness her light.
Intention: From the other side of the corridor to the side of the podium, from the diary to the project book. She used codes to protect his love, and he used gold medals to witness her light.