On the first day of high school, Chen Zui bumped into a boy in the corridor. The other party only glanced down at the mobile phone in her hand and said, "It's best not to bring your mobile phone to school. The class teacher may take it away." After that, she left without even giving her name.
Later she found out that his name was Jiang Yubai, the monitor of Class Nine. He would remember which pieces of chalk were running out, break her math problems into three lines, and block the wind when she looked out the window. Chen Zui thought he was inherently reliable, but it was only a long time later that he realized that he had just gotten used to not having anyone to back him up too early. The same goes for Chen Zui. She thought that as long as she was good enough, she would never be pushed away again.
Two people with cracks in their bodies met in Class 9, Grade 1, and got close. Later they discovered that some roads don't need to be walked alone.
They are not the only ones in Class 9 either. Zhou Ye supported everything with a smile, Lin Yuan said "just be happy" but was the first to go to the playground every day, Xu Zhiyao's "It doesn't matter" was hidden under the words "I want to win too", Cheng Wan was as outstanding as a wall, and Shen He drew a star in the corner of the poster. And Su Qing, who shouted at the top of the stairs every day: "Concubine, I'm here to take you to court." She laughed the loudest and turned around the fastest.
This is a story about Class Nine. About crushes, friendship, failure, and getting back on your feet. About a group of imperfect people clumsily catching each other.
Spring may be late, but that's okay. They are all growing up slowly.
Concept: A group of people with old wounds learn to catch each other in an ordinary classroom. It's not salvation, it's companionship. Not perfect, but real. I hope everyone who feels they are not good enough can wait until the late spring.