Randomly assigned seats, front and back desks, borrowing pens during class, asking about unfamiliar knowledge points, and occasionally chatting and joking after class. All of this seemed so normal now, something that every fifteen or sixteen-year-old child would do. But every subsequent night when she couldn't sleep, she took out these things and grinded them over and over again in her heart, becoming evidence of her self-righteous love.
If possible, Zhang Nan would not label them as male or female protagonists. There is no male or female protagonist in this story.
Intention: I don't know if I still have regrets