During the first liberal arts class separation, Ruan Yue saw a boy who was newly admitted to the experimental class sitting in front of a pile of unpacked books, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, crying with tears streaming down his face. Ruan Yue didn't understand and thought he was crying with excitement.
Later, when Ruan Yue changed to a new class in her senior year of high school, she realized that it was a love of reluctance and ignorance...