Meng Zhen, who had average grades, was assigned to sit in the second to last row. His thick bangs half covered his eyes. He was particularly sensitive because he was made things difficult for him as a transfer student in junior high school, until he saw him under the shade of the trees on the playground. I saw those eyes hidden in the shadow of long eyelashes, as attractive as the deep sea. "Ask the fish for water, ask the horse for directions, ask the gods and Buddhas about the origin of your life. - Yuan Che." Meng Zhen looked at the cool calligraphy on the blue paper and subconsciously thought of the boy wearing a white T-shirt on the playground, and his eyes as blue and deep as the deep sea. Is he Yuan Che?