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Lin Xiao thought his three years of high school would be spent like this:
Classes, exams, rankings, being tortured by physics.
Gagging with a chatty best friend.
Sit in the third row by the window until graduation.
Result:
The best friend chose liberal arts, and the two of them drifted apart across the entire building.
Physics is still hopeless, and the results are stable in the middle, which is reassuringly stable and frustratingly stable.
The window seat in the third row was occupied, so he moved to the fourth row.
And——
He didn't know why, but he started to notice the boy who was number one on the honor list.
That person's name is Shen Zhixu.
Ranked first in grade, leading by leaps and bounds.
Always wear white washed school uniforms, always expressionless, always alone.
No one in the school was familiar with him, including Lin Xiao.
In three years, they had really spoken no more than ten sentences.
But Lin Xiao remembered:
The pack of tissues on the steps.
That pump in the carport late at night.
That note stuffed in the drawer.
On graduation day, Lin Xiao found a note in an empty classroom.
There is only one sentence above.
He put it into the compartment of his wallet.
This is the story of an ordinary high school student.
The third row by the window, and a person's gaze for three years.
Conception:.
