Qing Jingchun is second in grade.
This position keeps him safe. Neither good nor bad, not eye-catching, just stuck in the narrow gap between "excellent" and "best". He suffers from severe depression, but he is good at silence - patients who do not speak will not be discovered, will not cause trouble, and will not let anyone down.
Until Jiang Lansheng called out his English name.
Feather. Feather. A name given by his mother that he had never mentioned to anyone.
Jiang Lansheng, who is number one in grade, has the best grades, the most pleasing skin, and the most decent family. He lacked nothing and had no reason to notice the second place guy in the corner who didn't even say much.
But he noticed.
He left a note on his math paper, shared a can of Coke on the stone bench during his lunch break, and looked at Qing Jingchun accurately when no one else was looking at him.
Like a gust of wind holding up a falling feather.
Intention: upward