Zheng Wen never thought that as a junior, she would one day meet all her junior high school classmates in the same time and space. Junior high school, that era when you don't have good looks and don't have much brains. Most of them are immature triangle, four-corner, five-corner and six-corner love. In a strange time and space, I see the scumbag student again. He put his arm around his classmate's girlfriend and kept provoking her. "Tell me how you, a scholar, can behave like this." Zhao Yuan was still the same, looking as if he didn't deserve a beating at all. Darkness spreads, the low echo of the teaching building, the blood-red ground covered with traces of decay, feel like entering a dying dojo. The scattered time and space are rebirths or conspiracy.
Purpose: Born to be kind