[An idea] The boss of the street, the delivery boy, is a road nut. He was so angry that he stopped working on the navigation system. He looks cold on the outside, but is a cool and handsome student on the inside. He runs away from home and joins a middle school where he causes trouble every day.
You are the light that I have spent everything I have in exchange for.
The green years are fleeting. When the calm that he tried so hard to maintain was overturned by a trace of microwave, he sank into darkness again. Thank you for meeting again and making the world not cold
Intention: Encountering light in the depths of hell