He's still not sure if that feeling counts as love at first sight.
If so, he would rather not. If not, he hoped it was.
In the future, I will recall countless ordinary but not mediocre days, that clichéd, colorful afternoon that exuded a destiny-like sense of mission in the second grade. Zhang Chenning saw eighteen-year-old Xun Ling playing with snails at his brother's table.
He was immersed in the game, drawing circles back and forth around the snail with his slender fingers. The soft tentacles retracted into the shell as soon as they touched the pink fingertips. Zhang Chenning became at a loss and felt that his mind went blank.
Xun Ling, who was still a high school student, was startled when he found a strange man standing in front of him. His hands unconsciously retracted into his large school uniform, and he nervously asked him what was going on?
"Ah... Zhang Jianqi is not so strong. What is your name?" Zhang Chenning tensed his calf muscles and reached out to shake the lunch box. "I'm looking for Zhang Xiaoxin, but he didn't bring lunch."
"He went to the cafeteria as soon as lunch break came."
"Yeah, that's right."
Zhang Chenning felt like a fool. He didn't want to stay for a moment longer, he nodded and wanted to leave.
"Well, you're going the wrong way... Our teaching building doesn't open the small door at noon."
"... Thank you, I really didn't know." Damn, he just came up from downstairs.
Concept: Everyone is the protagonist in their own life