The day Ming Yang saw Zhongyue for the first time was so hot that the air deformed and seemed to be dancing.
He regretted why he had to accept this difficult task of recording late arrivals at the school gate. Why he had to accept such a hot task. He didn't understand why he didn't refuse.
Ming Yang was so distracted by the warm sunshine that it was already eight o'clock. Close the school gate, do some statistics and go back to class.
After writing, Ming Yang looked up. He had never seen a girl who was so agile and could climb up the three-meter-high school gate regardless of her image.
Intention: Passionate youth and bold dreams