Looking at Bianzhou who had returned from his studies four years later and stood on the podium of his class, Lin Xun had only one thought in his mind: "Why is this bastard a math teacher? He deserves to die."
Looking at Lin Xun, who looked unhappy in the audience, Teacher Bian said silently in his heart: "Long time no see, classmate Lin Xun."
Since your return, my world has begun to change. The spring flowers will bloom, the fog will clear and the wind will warm.
Intention: After seeing each other for years, we will see each other again, like we were then, but not like we were then.