"Don't expect any youth stories or love stories. I won't write these. That's what she told me when she came over."
The glass in front of the speaker reflects his excessively white skin. On the table is his brand new iPhone 5s, which was only released four months ago. On the floor is a gray scarf that he took off his neck not long ago. He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and then said to the person sitting opposite him with a look of struggling to retrieve memories, "Well - sophomore year of high school, um - I think I have almost forgotten it. But as for the sophomore year of high school, some more interesting things seemed to have happened. Ah, yes, that week. , Let me think about it, it seems that she smashed her cell phone in order to change it in September when she was in her second year of high school. Just that week, she," the man wearing a scarf pointed to a woman in the photo on the table, "just stood behind me and pinched my neck, and she suddenly became the class president."
"Um - she is?"
"Qiya."
"Which YA? Is it the same as that YA?"
"Oh, no, no, her young master has a wooden character next to him."
Almost everyone in this story is on the cover, guess which one is which?