When talking about Song Zhen, most first-year students in Central China High School will involuntarily think of a quiet and good-natured face.
They had never seen her speak loudly. She was quiet, gentle, even indifferent.
The road after school at night.
The moon is exceptionally bright at night, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus fills the entire path thousands of miles away, long and far away.
Almost every teenager has one of the popular mountain bikes this year. The school uniforms are full of wind at night, making them unspeakably flamboyant.
Song Zhen tried his best to ignore the young man who had been gliding slowly beside him. The gentleness he usually maintained easily on his face could no longer be maintained.
When she didn't say anything, he just kept following her.
"Hey, Ah Shang, why are you still here?" A voice came from far away, and he also followed Lu Shang's car.
Lu Shang chuckled, deliberately elongating it, "Wait, where's my sister?" After he finished speaking, his foot slipped with force, completely blocking Song Zhen's path.
Lu Shang is smart. He knows that he is different from others.
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Intention: self