Sawamura Eijun was reborn, in the summer when he was fifteen.
The time is just right, youth is in full swing.
The figures of the seniors on Qingdao's playground were so familiar that they brought tears to his eyes. If God had to do it over again, it would definitely be to make up for his regrets.
"Click!"
"Hey, wait a minute..." Sawamura popped up
"No wait,"
Being pressed against the wall, his chin was gently lifted by someone. The person had a playful look on his face: "Did you just say that your eyes were filled with tears? Why don't you show me how you cry?"
This is not right! ! !
Youth and sweat, Lord Yuze, there is competition
Concept: Sweat is the best tribute to youth