Failure is the dream of a girl in No. 1 Middle School. She is a veritable flower of the high mountains, unattainable and unattainable.
He is the boy Jiang Zhiwan has been madly in love with for nine years. This love is paranoid and morbid. The way she looks at him is possessive, sober and crazy. In this love killing, she chases the shadow of the boy, infatuated and pitiful.
Jiang Zhiwan thought he was hiding well, but he was still discovered.
In the classroom, the diary was thrown on the ground, and the dense love on it made Jiang Zhiwan's face burn red.
She heard his joking voice: "You are so disgusting."
On his birthday,
She finally couldn't help crying when she saw him singing on the same stage with other girls and left the crowd.
Shen Bai looked at the girl's leaving figure and watched.
When his back disappeared, he withdrew his gaze and finished playing a song. There were endless cheers, screams and shouts. This was his world.
A month later, the whole school knew about the girl who studied well and had a clean appearance.
Later, everyone knew that there was a tattoo on Jiang Zhiwan's wrist - enough isenough.
Enough is enough.
Jiang Zhiwan smoked, drank, and fell in love, but he didn't even look at Shen Bai. He became more and more depressed as he lived.
When he was in the first grade of junior high school, he liked the drums, so she practiced his voice for him, hoping to become his lead singer.
He was playing the drums on the stage, and she was humming in the audience.
When he was a sophomore in high school, he formed a band and she fell in love with motorcycles.
You may not know that I have liked you for a long, long time, so long that I almost thought you were mine.
Talented drum player × decadent and violent girl
Intention: You have to grow up even in the rain, right?