He dreamed of him.
A tall and thin sixteen-year-old boy with short hair and gloomy black eyes, wearing a white shirt and khaki pants, he is a silent top student.
At the age of fifteen, a boy wearing a bright red jersey was playing ball happily with his classmates on the sunny playground, arms around each other, laughing and joking.
They never seemed to cross paths.
Ling Tianyi: I will never be happy in this life. Zheng Zhongze, you are such a fucking bastard.
Zheng Zhongze: If possible, I hope I can be silent and proud in front of you, without forcing anything.