There was a boy who was introverted, cold and indifferent and never had many friends. He was always alone. He didn't know what love was. He wondered why people on TV always cried to death for one person and why they cried so sadly. It wasn't until the second grade of junior high school that he understood what heat was. It felt so hot, as if he was being tested on a pole. He didn't know why he felt like this. He had never felt like this before.
It was the first day of school. He was behind the English teacher in his class and put his finger on the teacher's head like a horn. The girl sitting in the first row happened to see her smiling at him. He blushed unnaturally. Sitting in the back, he found that the girl was not very talkative like him. He decided to change himself and make himself happy. The real purpose was to let that girl be with him. Happily, it took him a semester to change himself. The boy gradually had more friends, but he wanted to see the girl but was afraid. Day after day passed, and he never talked to the girl. He always looked at her from behind, haha. During May Day, several people in his class went roller skating. What made him happy was that the girl also went. What happened later, he regretted not talking to the girl and crying. Is it still there?