At eight o'clock this evening, it was still bright.
At eleven o'clock tonight, the prefect came and forced us to turn off the lights, but I kept the lights on, locked the door, and pretended to be asleep.
On such a night, I wrote such a story about the night.
The story often emphasizes that it has nothing to do with love, but I love duplicity.
Well, it has to do with love. Something to do with music. It's about the teacher.
It will describe the real situation of American aristocratic high schools.
It's going to be a little bit gray: I have to stay true to myself.
It would be a little childish: not only was I childish, I was also mentally retarded.
It can be a little puzzling: I like things that can only be discovered upon reflection.
So, let me, a lazy, young and tragic person like me, tell a lazy, young and tragic story.
By the way, why is this article so tragic? Because I have been in the United States for too long, my Chinese is very bad... Very bad... Very bad, very bad, very bad... If you see any inappropriate usage, please give me some advice~
(This article will be slow at the beginning. Both the male and female protagonists are indifferent, and their attitudes toward each other are expected to change significantly after Chapter 6... The main plot in the early stage will be the singing competition, but there will also be some other inner dramas; the main plot in the mid-term will be love, but there is still a long and heartbreaking road before the two really get together... I will keep the speed of weekly updates and will definitely not cheat)