Our Youth: A Girl Named Jingshu

He, full of youthful passion. He, calm and wise. He, aloof yet warm-hearted. Their personalities could hardly be more different, yet fate has bound them tightly together with a small baseball. Even she, so nonchalant, can't help but admire their perseverance. "Tell me, with all these dazzling lights and brilliant stars, will we stand at the top of the pyramid?" The boy's peach-blossom eyes seem a little lost. "We're definitely going to win the world championship!" The boy's gaze is stubborn and resolute. "That's right, let's work hard together! Xiaosong, Wutong." The boy smiles, dimples faintly appearing on his cheeks. "I'll always be watching you, watching you win the medals that belong to you." The girl's gentle smile shines brightly in the sunlight. "You three brats, train properly. Quit dragging that girl around everywhere." "Tao Xi!! Get over here and rewrite that report!" Watching Director An drag Teacher Tao away by the ear, the young men and women nearby couldn't help laughing. Three of the boys exchanged glances, their eyes full of resolve and certainty that they would succeed. Seeing this, the gentle girl smiled faintly. Come on, do your best.