The only sound left in the classroom was the sound of the student on duty wiping the blackboard. The girl secretly cast her eyes towards the window seat in the third row. The boy who always wore a white shirt was lowering his head to pack his schoolbag. She clenched the notebook in her hand tightly. The title page was filled with thoughts that no one knew about.
Concept: The luckiest thing in youth is that the person I secretly like happens to secretly like me too.