The first time to make a shining debut.
Wang Aochen rushed up to the sixth floor in one breath. The classroom was in the first one. He gasped and hid behind the door frame to figure out what was going on inside. He made up his mind, held his breath, stretched out his head, and hit the people who came out of it like a cannonball.
"Hi, good evening." Wang Aochen rolled his eyes and couldn't think of what to say. He looked at the person who was about to raise his eyes, and his original cynical and calm aura was gone.
The man frowned and gently pushed his glasses with his wrist to pick up the record book in his hand. There was no impatience on his face, but more confusion: "Excuse me, are you Wang Aochen? You are late for self-study."
He said it calmly.
"Oh. Ahem, yes, it's me, Wang Aochen from Class 18 Administration." Wang Aochen stepped forward and stood in front of him and smiled, "Good classmate, let's get to know each other. You know my name, but I don't know your name yet. This is called information asymmetry, isn't it?"
"No need to shake hands, my hands are dirty." He put his hands behind his back and tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Same thing the second time.
The first time the stepmother came to the house to cook, he went to throw out the garbage. As soon as he opened the door, the door was pulled by another force. He was startled and almost fell down when he went out.
"Uh, hi." The person outside reacted quickly and grabbed his sweater and hat, but it was more like holding him in his arms.
This voice always felt very familiar to him, as if it resembled a certain minister. He looked up suspiciously.
This minister is his brother.
Concept: Their youth is tired and tense, like an academic paper. But fortunately, we met each other, and we had the final thanks. They were more like prose.