There is a girl I have liked for many years, but she doesn't seem to like me.
I told her that high school is a long three years and I will always wait for you, but I seem to have fallen in love with someone else.
Most of the time I was burying my head in my homework. Occasionally I would hold my head and be distracted, thinking about the scenery I would travel to the end of the world with my sword.
The teacher is quite gentle and doesn't lose his temper all the time, but he doesn't let us read books or play games. But the classmates in the class don't care about him. As long as he is not around, we secretly do our own little things.
I have to run to the cafeteria every day, always sprinting hundreds of miles with people from all grades. The instructor always stands at the corner of the intersection, secretly catching those criminals who are running ahead.
I thought that this kind of time would last for a long time, and I could still swear that I loved that girl for a long time, but who knew that three years would go by so fast.