This is a short article that is being narrated. Each story is a memory or a small fragment that happened yesterday and the day before yesterday, so there are unpleasant updates.
But I will still describe it slowly.
This is a little story that belongs to us. The senior high school class fights and laughs every day, and everyone is real.
PS, the names inside are all pseudonyms or nicknames. Here is Nan Gua. If the pigs find out, even if I deserve it, your father Nan will have nothing to fear.