The sun was slightly dazzling. Tian Ye was sitting by the window, with the faint sound of the air conditioner and the incomprehensible electrical problems being taught by the physics teacher in his ears. Tian Ye looked at the green trees on campus, slightly lost in thought. There was only one sentence in his heart: "Yes, Chen, I don't like you anymore."
Intention: To my special appearance when I was sixteen or seventeen years old