When Meng Zhu was sixteen, she had a dream. In the dream, her classmates were sitting across from each other gossiping. She waved her hands to deny it and left with a smile. After waking up, Meng Zhu went to school in a daze. When she saw the man, she heard herself shout subconsciously:
"He Cang."
The young man turned around in response, and at the same time, a voice sounded in Meng Zhu's mind:
"We didn't realize it at first, but he was looking at you for forty minutes out of a sixty-minute history class."
"What I remember most is the first English class in the morning in my second year of high school. I slept in at home and didn't attend. When I got to school, I found that the messy English paper I had written on the desk was full of dense notes you had taken for me."
In the twilight of midsummer, Meng Zhu's nose suddenly sore, and he had no choice but to apply the knife.
"I still want to complain. You are so boring. You are still drawing little people in the corner of the paper."
He Cang just laughed.
He Cang×Meng Zhu
Mainly ordinary and daily life.
A running account-style atypical campus essay.
Glass candy.
Open Ending
Motto: Old times never get old.
