Chen Yaochu is just a little gangster, a little gangster that others dare not mess with. In this school where aristocrats are everywhere, I am the only one who is willing to talk to him when I have nothing to do. But unfortunately, I have nothing to do most of the time, so I have wasted all my good youth in the past seventeen years on him, Chen Yaochu, a little bastard. This fact often makes me powerless to the point of collapse.
But he walked through my life and saw through all my moods. Standing at a certain abstract height, it just allows me to see it, makes me look up slightly, yearns for it slightly, and makes me want to get closer unconsciously...
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