That summer, they got together under the scorching sun, but no one knew that their story began from this moment. Zhang Zian hesitated, should he express some gratitude to him for helping him last time? What if people have forgotten it a long time ago? Just like that, there was no words all the way. When Jiang Xun was about to reach the door of Class 8, he leaned over and whispered "Bye" to Zhang Zian, and then walked towards the back door. Suddenly, a voice as thin as a mosquito's noise behind him stopped him. "Um, thank you last time." Zhang Zian licked her lips. Even she might not be able to hear these words. "It's okay." Jiang Xun smiled at her and entered the classroom. Zhang Zian clasped his hands on his chest, pursed his lips, and entered Class 9. He returned to his seat and breathed a sigh of relief. Too excited not to know what to do. But she knew that during this evening self-study period, the corners of her mouth were not closed.
Purpose: three years of youth