Midsummer

[The fake academic master with a script in his hand will be rewarded x the real academic master who looks cold but is actually talkative] Twenty-three-year-old female college student Zhou Fan mysteriously traveled through time one day during the winter vacation of her sophomore year? ! But when other people traveled back in time, they either fell in love with their elder brother from the Qing Dynasty, or went to the Tang Dynasty to start their own heroine drama, but why did they travel back to the nine-year compulsory education period when they came to her? ! Is this thing a buy-one-get-one-free deal? ? ? What Zhou Fan didn't expect was that when he saw Yang Zheng again, he was still a seventeen-year-old kid! Recalling that he had been secretly in love with Yang Zheng for seven years but never got a look from him, Zhou Fan, who returned to the past, sharpened his sword and aimed it at the seventeen-year-old Yang Zheng in front of him. Yang Zheng is still the seventeen-year-old Yang Zheng, but Zhou Fan is no longer the Zhou Fan he once was. This time, see how I can destroy the flowers with my hands! ! ! Copywriting one: The famous Little Green Tea in high school framed her for spreading rumors and even threw water on her? Suck it up? NO! A counterattack? YES! Looking at the little green tea covered with water stains and looking at him in disbelief, the word "pleasure" is so good! Zhou Fan threw the empty water glass on the desk, but still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger. "You should be lucky that the water in the thermos cup is warm, otherwise I can't afford to pay for your loss." Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with disdain for such underhanded tactics. That she lied? Then Zhou Fan found out who was the real rumor maker. Seeing that the wrong things Xiao Green Cha had done were repaid to her, Zhou Fan just sat there with a handful of melon seeds and applauded to watch the show. "Don't point your fingers at me, I have no tutor." "A smart person should understand what 'enough is enough' means." Little Green Tea's hypocritical mask was shattered, and Zhou Fan waved his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud. How could a high school junior like Green Tea defeat a senior like her? The grievances and grievances in high school made Zhou Fan seek revenge this time. Copywriting two: "Yang Zheng, what wish did you make?" "It goes without saying that they have all gone to the Manjushri Bodhisattva Hall. Yang Zheng must be hoping that the Bodhisattva will bless him to have a smooth college entrance examination." The temple is crowded in June, and most of the pilgrims come here just to get a good score in the college entrance examination. Yang Zheng lowered her eyes and looked at Zhou Fan who was throwing the incense into the incineration box. She heard from the temple blessing that the wishes made in this way would be more effective. No one knows that Yang Zheng once had a dream. In the dream, he had his own myth in his career, and he was an existence that others in the industry could only stare at. In that completely different life, he was full of glory but could only walk alone, with no friends around him, and no Zhou Fan's presence. Yang Zheng rubbed the incense in his hand and threw it religiously into the incineration box from a direction that his friends could not see. Amid the bustle of people, the bell of Fu'an Temple rang slowly. Kneeling on the futon in Manjushri Hall, Yang Zheng was not looking for wisdom. In a corner where no one was paying attention, Yang Zheng clasped his hands and recited softly, "May Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva grant my wish." The fire gnawed away at the incense in the incineration box, and Yang Zheng's wishes were hidden in the ashes. Mission: Any memory is worth cherishing