Tell me how many more five years it will take me to wait for you.
Already in his twenties, Wu Tong always thinks of his freshman year in high school every time he sees high school students in school uniforms on the street. It turns out that love at first sight really exists in this world. On the night when the first semester of high school started, everyone was suddenly informed that they would be divided into liberal arts classes. Wu Tong walked into the new class with a pile of books. Determined to start studying hard again, she chose a seat in the middle of the second row. After everyone sat down, the new class teacher asked everyone to sit again according to their height, and the class was noisy again. Wu Tong sat in the middle of the third row after being resettled, so, inevitably, he introduced himself.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xin Yang. I used to be a student in Class 8. I'm very happy to be in the same class with you all..." The crisp male voice made Wu Tong look back. Under the not particularly bright light, at his back table, a tall figure stood upright. There were still sweat stains on his face after just moving the things.