There is a big boss in our school who has been in charge of the first three years in a row. He is one of the best materials for students to gossip, discuss and raise topics in and out of class. Unexpectedly, after school started, this big guy became my classmate. As an unknown person, I treated my classmate with respect as the white moonlight in my heart. Later, driven by the boss's personal charm, I became his number one crush. Then, I witnessed the three years of youth stories that happened in and around the boss--all of which were ruined.
Concept: How can there be so many HE stories in this world?