In that year of the first year of junior high school, Zhonggao was really far away.
When I was in my second year of junior high school, I thought, "If I work harder, it's not impossible to achieve high school."
In the rush of my third year of junior high school, I can/(scissors)'t.
"Zhong Fugang, I have your notes here. If you join Class Three, I will return them to you."
The elite class that I once thought was out of reach turned out to be nothing more than that.
"Goodbye."
Tomorrow, which I once thought was far away, has become the past when I look back.
"So you are here too."
We grow unexpectedly and inadvertently.
Then he smiled and sighed silently, thinking it was wonderful.