In 2012, I was a sophomore in high school.
In the liberal arts and sciences department, you came to our class. The final exam had just ended. The whole class was very restless, and you sat in front of me.
The head teacher said: "Our class has received fresh blood."
I whispered behind me that they were all antigens.
You looked back at me, your eyes full of helplessness and speechlessness. Later, when I asked you about it again, you always smiled and refused to say anything.
The head teacher asked everyone to write their names on the blackboard.
You went up and wrote your name in a flash, and I thought at the time, this guy is so cool. This is how I formed my first impression of you, which caused me to dislike you as a person for a long time.
Although you certainly don't care.
Because I had poor grades and was introverted, I was as humble as a weed in the class. No one paid attention to me or cared about me.
And the first time you came to our class, you defeated classmate Z, who was number one in our class for ten thousand years, and became a top student in the university who was sought after by teachers and classmates. Soon, the study committee member and life committee member of the class were replaced by you.
When you came to our class, you sat with a large group of top students, and there was no communication between you and me.
That's where our story begins.