Years later, Xia Xi still clearly remembers that summer, that sweaty and frustrating summer.
He would never forget that first encounter, that awkward, embarrassing, and jaw-dropping first encounter.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Zhou Xiaoqiang."
What! ? Xiaoqiang? ?
What kind of parents would name their children like this?
Zhou Xiaoqiang: "Are you a pig? You are the rose of roses..."
Xia Xi: "Then I will call you Xiaoqiang from now on?"
Zhou Xiaoqiang: "I feel like you are calling me a cockroach."
Xia Xi: You can't do this. We will have to... In the future.
Zhou Xiaoqiang: What do you want?
Xia Xi: Nothing. We will definitely become good friends in the future, but you keep ignoring me, which makes this road long and difficult.
Intention: Injuries can be healed, and injured people can be happy