The messy desks in the classroom were filled with high piles of books. Half of the apples were chewed on the table, and the unwritten love letters were rubbed several times. The quarrels, laughter, efforts, cold wars and the group of people who were together, all of them are so beautiful when I think about it now. Whether it is a love that has quietly taken root and sprouted without being discovered, or a secret love that is known to the whole world, it teaches us to grow. It turns out that I like you, but what should I do if I find out?