In his third year of junior high school, Bai Muchen developed a "bad habit" - during class, his peripheral vision would always drift to the last row of seats by the window.
Sitting there was Chuan Moran. The first in grade, taciturn, always wearing a sweatshirt and hat, as if living in his own world. Bai Muchen felt that he was probably the kind of person who didn't bother to look at anyone, and he was even less likely to notice himself.
Until gym class that Friday.
Chuan Moran's cell phone slipped from his pocket and the screen lit up. The moment Bai Muchen bent down to pick it up, he glanced at the thumbnail of the album——
They are all photos of the same person: the one lying on the table, the one looking out the window in a daze, the one squinting in the corridor because of the sunlight...
That person is himself.
Bai Muchen was stunned.
What Chuan Moran didn't know was that there was also a hidden photo album in Bai Muchen's phone, named with the letter "C". Every photo stored in it was of Chuan Moran's back, profile, hand holding a pen, and rare moments when he smiled on the court.
They were like two walkie-talkies tuned to the wrong channel—they were obviously saying the same thing, but neither thought the other could hear them.
One thought he had a one-sided crush, and the other thought so too.
The most painful and sweetest thing in my third year of junior high school was:
I like you, and you also like me. But none of us dared hit that "send" button first.
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Intention: Although they are obviously on the same frequency, they are on the wrong frequency.