When the December wind blew through the window, Xu Xu found himself staring diagonally ahead in a daze. The boy who always ties the collar of his school uniform meticulously, the black pen that spins quickly between his fingers, and those "99"s who are heckled by the whole class - there are some things on his mind, to put it slowly, maybe it's not bad.
Idea: Sometimes the best answer may not be the answer itself, but the person who dares to let you speak clearly.