I did very poorly on a certain mock exam in my senior year of high school, especially on the electives. I was in a bad mood. That night, I accidentally dialed a number and listened to the colorful ringtone and cried silently. Suddenly, a male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, who are you?" An Letong was so frightened that he quickly hung up the phone. After a while, he sent a text message: "Who are you?" "You don't know me. I failed the elective exam..." "Does your failure to pass the elective exam have anything to do with me?" . . . . . This is probably a very beautiful story.
Intention: The pressure of college entrance examination, youth without regrets.