The first time Lan met Chu was in the winter of her freshman year.
I have never had so much free time to arrange freely, but I don't know how to deal with it. Out of boredom and curiosity, Lan signed up to join the school press corps. In fact, Lan is not good at writing. Although he has won prizes in essay contests in middle school, his writings are all mediocre and have nothing to do with the soul.
One day near the end of the first semester of her freshman year, Lan received a notice that she had to go to another campus for a meeting that evening. Lan had contributed to the school newspaper before, read many articles in the school newspaper, and silently admired a few people. But because the press corps had never held group activities, she didn't even recognize them.
After dinner, she took the school bus to another campus, and it took her a long time to find the office where the meeting was held. Everyone is here. Lan sat down with a red face. The teacher handed over the sign-in list and asked her to put a check mark after her name. While looking for her own name, she saw Chu's name. There are articles about him in almost every issue of the school newspaper, and his name has long been remembered by everyone. But I didn't expect to see him tonight. She was unprepared.
She saw five boys sitting across from the oval conference table. One of them lowered his head and turned the pen in his hand. He was wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater and a black jacket. Lan had never seen boys in the class dress so appropriately and appropriately. She had never seen any of them, but her intuition told her that that person was Chu.