My name is Wang Xiaohua, and I am an extremely ordinary high school student. His name is Zhuo Yue, and he is the boy I like.
Our high school life is no different from yours, liking is just a shining part of it.
Thinking about life, exploring the future, and yearning for all intimate relationships constitute our complete high school life.
Small theater:
The day after Zhuo Yue's confession, the two of them had nothing to say.
The little flower was restless, and her mental activity was as chaotic as a cat scratching a ball of string.
Zhuo Yue's face said it didn't matter, but the tips of his ears were slightly red, and the sound of turning the book was much slower than before.
In the evening, during dinner time, they were the only two people left in the classroom.
"You..." "You..."
Neither of them looked at each other, and the silence spread for a while, "We shouldn't think about whether we like this kind of thing now."
This is what Xiaohua said.
"I know, I just want to tell you that there will be people who like you, such as me. You are not bad at all."
These are Zhuo Yue's words.
At that time, the window outside the window was gradually covered with black. The two of them smiled shyly at each other. When the apricots were still turning green, they bit into the juice and the taste was like this.
Intention: Dreams and love can have both