Although I am now standing on the cusp of the storm, enjoying the unprecedented public exposure brought about by the sudden social death, I firmly believe that time is the medicine to solve all problems. But from the root cause, this problem does not seem to have been solved. As time goes by, if we don't find out what's really wrong, the crisis will feel like a reprieve, and it will come quietly one day.
Facts have proved that my hunch seems to be correct, my ordinary high school life is indeed developing in the direction of gradually getting out of control. I felt like I was in black water full of whirlpools, and M was the mysterious guide. He led me straight into the chaos, not knowing where he was taking me.
This may be a bit abstract, so I'll rephrase it in vernacular: In other words, I think M has been acting a bit strange recently.
To put it more clearly, I think M's appearance has been a bit rough recently.
Purpose: To commemorate the long-lost daily routine of high school; ordinary, relaxed and slightly romantic campus love