In the first Chinese class in the afternoon of the first year of high school, the Chinese teacher Xia Bin on the podium was talking endlessly about the philosophy of life that had nothing to do with the class. The classroom was a little too lively. Xia Yinuo, who was bored for a while, turned his head slightly to the right and looked at the boy who was lowering his head to do his homework.
It was the afternoon of late summer and early autumn, and the sunlight lazily shone on Ji Yan's body through the open window. Looking into the light, he was wearing a pure white school uniform, which made him sparkle. He also turned to look at Xia Yinuo and smiled, just like the sunshine at noon, driving away the haze in his heart.
He stopped writing. He stood up and stretched out his hand to pull the light blue curtains over, bringing a lemon-like fragrance to the breeze. And bursts of coolness.
He was so close to her.
"So, students must cherish the time they have now. Because three years of high school are really short."
When Xia Yinuo heard this, she turned to look at Teacher Xia on the podium. During this time, Teacher Xia Bin wrote the word "cherish" smoothly.
The best thing about being a student is this: when you are bored and unbearable, take a look at him close at hand.
Intention: Live up to youth