When I was in junior high school, zz often sent me home. I always bring two schoolbags back with me as if I were moving, so zz often has a schoolbag in his left hand, a carry bag in his right hand, and his own schoolbag on his back.
When I was in high school, in order to see zz more often, I actively told my teacher that I wanted to be a math class representative (he was extremely bad at math), and I went to the math office to count papers every day during class break. As a result, zz was extremely lazy and I never met him a few times.
When I was in college, I was thousands of kilometers away from zz. I broke up with zz in the middle of the night, and zz appeared in front of my school the next day.
Let's write down our story on the 11th year, 6 months and 17 days since we met zz.
Purpose: Record happiness