"Hey! Can you do me a favor?" The boy patted the girl in the front seat.
"What?"
"Help me chase someone..."
It must have been my sophomore year in high school, when I gave up my poor English and became the second language student in the liberal arts class. From then on, he and I became each other's only comrades.
I helped him chase two girls, copied his homework and handed him answers; I walked classes with him for more than a year, was his classmate for a year and a half, and talked about dreams together many times...
His high school life was carefree and unrestrained. He always seemed so happy, always bringing happiness to the people around him, and also to me, allowing me to occasionally glimpse the light when I was struggling in the quagmire.
I admit that I am interested in him, but I have never felt that I am worthy of anything good, so I keep it deep in my heart and dare not show it at all.
He was just a small part of my high school life and my only salvation at that time.
Intention: Face yourself, redeem yourself, and go to the mountains and seas