Chen Anan, a girl from a small town, met Yang Yi for the first time at the busy train station in the provincial capital. The boy in front of her seemed to have grown up in a comfortable temperature and dry and fertile soil. It was a small poplar tree growing in the vast land, with red roots and red seedlings.
She never thought that she would have any intersection with him again, but unfortunately, he transferred to Class 9, the key class of this small town school, and became her same grade.
"You can't justify Class Nine at all." Chen Anan tilted her head and looked at him. She had just performed a cross talk that won applause from the audience, but this little girl didn't appreciate it.
"Are you stupid? It's not this crosstalk person who rectifies the name of Class Nine, it's me. I'm so lively, sunny and generous, so I'm the best representative. Who dares to say that Class Nine are all nerds?"
Chen Anan shook his head quietly, and there was a brief silence in the noisy party scene. They stomped their feet at the end of the line in the stands, "You can't represent Class 9, you don't belong to Class 9, Yang Yi."
She once again showed a calmness beyond her peers, but Yang Yi was a little panicked. He wanted to retort and laugh at her loudly, but he couldn't move. He just stared at her expression, as if he wanted to remember that look firmly in his mind.
Concept: Girls born in the 90s do not want to accept their fate