Broken hands, empty eyes
The thin certificate held up weighs as much as a thousand pounds
A red seal as bright as blood,
Printed on paper as pale as snow.
What ends is study,
Still
What about life?
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Lang Tong is a top student
————At least that's what Qin Bai always thought
Everyone thought so at the time
Dare to participate in the Olympiad Mathematical Competition in the first grade of junior high school
He even dared to splash a bottle of water on his answer sheet during the exam.
This young man has a bright future
The senior is very gentle
————At least that's what Lang Tong has always thought
Even if later, he was the only one who thought so
The score line in Death High School is surprisingly low.
"It's impossible for the little wolf to come in now."
"Senior can't be here."
When he is all messed up and his face is covered with dust
When he put on a mask with light makeup and added a skirt
Their eyes met, and the two of them were filled with only those two words——
"Fuck."
Intention: Reborn, reborn from the ashes