"Jiang Yingzhong, where is your homework?"
The boy turned his pen, leaned back on the table, turned his head and whispered: "Bai Xue, lend me your homework to copy." Then he curled up the corners of his mouth and showed a crooked smile that he thought could charm all living beings.
The breeze blew by, blowing the hair around the girl's ears, revealing the reddish auricles...
No one knew that the girl had neatly written "Snow in Yingzhong" neatly in a book.
Intention: Beautiful youthful years