In those years of high school, other people's youth and my own youth were the same, but different. This is not just a few people throughout the story, this is the flowering and rainy season for many, many people. It seems that every school has people like this, the school belle with a halo, the bad students with a scornful face, the gossip squad, the athletes with well-developed limbs, the children of other families with excellent morals and academics... In fact, everyone has their own story and their own youthful memories. It was an ignorant time that none of us can get back.