There are many youth movies nowadays, but the youth of most of us born in the 1990s is not as bizarre and painful as what happened to the protagonist in the movie. Our youth may be just a simple classroom, an ordinary deskmate, a teacher with an accent, a pile of endless homework, and someone who can't help but take a peek. The bloody battles in the same classroom in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of each year have become memories that can never be erased from each other's memories, but it is like a dream, it has existed in reality but is so illusory that only a sigh is left... In our youth, we struggle with all kinds of green, green, and throbbing warmth stories in our studies and ignorant emotions...