On the afternoon when the list of second-year high school students was posted, the whole teaching building went crazy.
Xu Yuan squeezed into the outermost layer of the crowd, stood on tiptoe for a long time, and finally saw his name at the end of the column "Grade 2 (1)". Before she could be happy, she was bumped on the shoulder by the person next to her.
"Give one, give one, give one—"
A boy squeezed past her and threw his schoolbag strap in her face. He had already rushed to the front of the list.
"Damn it, am I really in class?" The man exclaimed, his tone filled with surprise and pride.
Xu Wan covered her red cheeks and looked at the back with gritted teeth.
He is very tall, wearing a baggy school uniform, his hair is a bit long, and there is a dull hair sticking up on the back of his head.
She remembered this person.
Later facts proved that remembering him was the greatest misfortune - and also the greatest luck - in her high school career.
Intention: My youth is named after you