Jia Tianye has been what they call other people's children since he was a child. He has good grades and is polite to others.
The moment he was born, his life was planned stroke by stroke by Jia's father and mother. Whenever his parents quarreled, Jia Tianye could only hold the crumpled report card to try to save his parents' mood.
Every time I see my parents happily holding their certificates, they regard them as treasures. But Jia Tianye, who stayed in the corner indifferently, would only frown and urge him to do his homework.
Jia Tianye obeyed.
He should be a learning machine, this is Jia Tianye's judgment of himself.
Until the day of the school sports day, the sun was so bright that it made people dizzy, and the smell of hormones erupting on the playground filled the air.
Jia Tianye didn't sign up for sports, but he couldn't go back to class, so he had to find a place to hide under the shade of a tree to do the questions.
"Hello classmate, is this ball yours?"
Jia Tianye looked up. The boy in front of him had thick black hair and starry black eyes, reflecting his own appearance clearly. He squatted next to Jia Tianye and tilted his head. His angular face was clean. He was wearing a basketball jersey, and his arms had smooth muscle lines. He smiled and called again, "Classmate?"
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Tips: first person/short story/plain writing
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No prototype, refuse to change the head, enjoy watching, thank you (hand the flowers)
Intention: Live a smooth life, be safe and happy
