Dear friend:
Thank you very much for your willingness to read my story. I am a senior girl who was admitted to a second-rate engineering university and studied a third-rate major, dawdling around every day. Oh, by the way, I will leave campus and enter society in nine months. I don't have any talents: I can't be a model because I'm not beautiful enough, and I haven't had the good fortune to be taken care of by anyone; because I'm not diligent enough, my studies are very difficult, and now I still have four subjects that have entered the finals waiting for the various efforts in the entrance examination; because my personality is not good enough, I can't get along well in the student union, and I can't get along with the wind and rain. I usually like to visit Teacher Cang, search Xiahe, RMIC, play on Weibo, and occasionally use cucumber to make a facial mask.
In five days, my senior year is about to begin. I really wanted to leave something behind, so I wrote it down and told it to you. A short story that is not white, rich, handsome, rich, handsome, or sadistic. This is the memory book of my youth, as ordinary but fulfilling and unforgettable as yours.