Xu Yao was miserable. He was forced to repeat a grade because of a fight and had barely entered high school at the age of eighteen. He was forced to transfer schools once but always had to take on inexplicable responsibilities because he was older than his classmates, such as being the history class representative that no one wanted to do.
Shen Yunsheng was even worse. He came to take care of these children after graduating from college. He was obviously a few years older than them but was called old-fashioned. Looking at the sleepy faces in class, he could only silently break the chalk to vent his anger.
Until Xu Yao met a very politely dressed customer face to face at the bar where he worked part-time.
"... What a coincidence, Teacher Shen."
"... What a coincidence, class representative."
Until Xu Yao opened the door and found that his roommate was an old-fashioned man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"... I met Teacher Shen again."
"... As expected of the representative of your class."
Intention: There are always some people who will leave something behind in their youth, perhaps a vigorous love, perhaps a graded test paper, or perhaps a star named after him.