On the first day, Xie Ning looked at the transfer students with dull hair on their heads as they studied hard.
Xie Ning: Deskmate, can you look at me?
My deskmate was indifferent.
On the nth day, Xie Ning was sleeping and glanced at Jiang Youan who was writing furiously.
Xie Ning: My deskmate, just look at me again.
Jiang Youan turned his head as he wished this time. Every strand of Xie Ning's hair shone brightly in the midday sun, and the young man's face was white and soft. And An took down a book to block the sun for him.
"Wait until I finish writing this question before closing the curtains."
Intention: Looking back on high school life when I grow up, it seems that the light of teenagers can dispel the fog of adulthood.