Most youth novels are pure love stories between a cool and handsome academic tyrant and an innocent and funny academic bastard.
But in retrospect,
Our high schools are more about wearing large uniforms, struggling between scores, and a repetitive life of three points and one line.
In such a life, some small episodes are particularly precious. These are the only things that make us feel different from others.
Although sometimes I feel regretful for not having puppy love, those careful movements, quiet glances, and the mutually agreed future are not a kind of beauty.
Although it looks so ordinary, it is eighteen thousand miles away from a Mary Sue.
But what does it matter?
I would like to dedicate this article to our ordinary and unforgettable youth.