During the three years in Tongcheng High School, Xu Zhuo always looked at Zhang Zeyi's back. She could no longer remember when she paid attention to him. It was the moment when he walked into the classroom wearing all black and holding a basketball on the day of the first report of school. It was also the moment in the afternoon when the sun hit the tips of his hair and he squinted his eyes slightly.
Xu Zhuo had never thought before that she would fall in love with someone in an instant. She quietly buried this love in her heart, like a seed, slowly sprouting, and this love could no longer be hidden. Xu Zhuo has too low self-esteem. She does not have fair skin, she is not tall either, she still has a baby face, and her grades are in the middle of the pack. Does she always think that people like me will catch up with Zhang Zeyi?
Purpose: Two-way pursuit of literature on campus