That boy, I often see him buying food from the frying pan shop opposite the school. I heard his name from different people, and the bookstore I frequented was owned by his mother.
When school was over, I subconsciously glanced across the street, went to the bookstore more and more frequently, and listened carefully to what my friends said about him when they mentioned him. All of this seemed to prove something.
I don't believe it.
Until it rained that day, he gave me an umbrella.
I thought, he looks really nice when he smiles.
At this point I must admit that I fell in love with someone.
The text is written in the third person, a plain campus article, not bloody, cruel, or cruel.
Attacked by a secret love.
Both of them are normal people, and there is no humble situation.
Remember to make a cross between attack and control. The author does not control one side, and there is no preference for anyone.
Intention: After getting to know you, I want to become a better person.