The first time I met Fang Zheng was during the rehearsal of the sports meeting in the first year of high school. The whole school was gathered on the playground, and it was completely dark. The sun was so bright that day that there was no cloud, and I felt that my hair was burnt by the sun. Several girls from the next class were talking non-stop about the male classmate who was holding the school flag. One girl said sweetly in her voice, "His name is Fang Zheng. I've known him since junior high school." Her words were full of pride. I glanced in the direction of Fangzheng, and then withdrew my gaze. The distance was too far and there was a group of people separated by it, so I actually couldn't see anything clearly. I touched Mai Le with my elbow and asked, "Look at the guy holding the school flag, do you think he looks good?" But Mai Le didn't even look at him. She covered the sun with her hands and frowned and said, "Founder is not a good thing." I hummed and didn't ask further.