Jiang Suxun was playing basketball alone at the back of the classroom, and suddenly a shadow came over him. Whether intentionally or not, Wan Qi hugged Jiang Suxun from behind, tilted his head slightly to hold her in front of his chest, and tried to keep a distance so as not to touch her. Then he stretched out his hands to hug the basketball, and after about four or five seconds, he snatched the basketball away, leaving Jiang Suxun frozen in place with a red face. That summer, when she walked into the familiar campus again, the young man stood in front of her with crooked eyebrows, which warmed her world. It's summer again, and we are about to part ways. We met in the summer, but we have to part ways in the summer.
Intention: Youth