On the left: Class 3 (3) of junior high school (key point)
On the right: Class 6, Grade 2 (General)
Middle: Corridor less than five meters wide.
Zhang Jinling must pass through the door of Class 6 when entering and exiting the classroom.
Lin Xingci was lying on the railing of the corridor in a daze, having to pass by the door of Class 3.
They meet at least four times a day: before morning self-study, during recess, during lunch break, and after school.
Lin Xingci would laugh every time, and Zhang Jinling would walk by quickly with a cold face every time.
Everyone in Class 6 said, "Lin Xingci, are you a bitch? People don't care about you at all."
Lin Xingci scratched his head: "He's face-blind, maybe he didn't see clearly."
The day the graduation photos were taken.
The photographer shouted: "Students from Classes 3 and 6, lean towards the middle!"
Two groups of people crowded together. Lin Xingci finally stood next to Zhang Jinling and reached out to pull his sleeve.
Zhang Jinling took half a step back to avoid it.
The shutter was pressed, freezing Lin Xingci's outstretched hand and Zhang Jinling's empty cuffs.
That year the cicadas were chirping very noisily and the sun was very hot.
At that time, Lin Xingci lived across from Zhang Jinling.
Unfortunately, that's all.
Intention: To get close to you in the name of my brother, but it took three years to verify a fact: running in one direction will never reach the other side.