On the first day of school, Qi Nian walked up to the podium in full view of everyone and wrote his name on the blackboard one stroke at a time.
"My name is Qi Nian, and I will accompany you for the next three years."
He said slowly, looking at the senior quails in the audience who did not dare to speak.
"You may be wondering why I look so young and not like your teacher at all."
"... Because I am indeed not your teacher, I am your classmate."
In the dead silence, Qi Nian greeted his classmates gracefully and prepared to step down.
With a bang, the back door was opened, and Meng Wan burst into the classroom riding the city champion.
The girl riding a horse and the boy about to be beaten looked at each other in the early autumn sunlight.
One glance for thousands of years.
Intention: When a classmate lifts the quilt in the middle of the night, it's the two of them