Seventeen-year-old Jiang Qiqiu looked quite malnourished, with a sallow face that looked like he might faint from hypoglycemia at any moment. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a wrinkled collar, black pants that exposed his ankles, and clean but obviously creased floor-length sneakers. He couldn't afford two hundred yuan, so he relied on work-study and subsistence allowances to go to school. The only thing he could achieve was his unattainable results.
Li Wenyan has been recognized as the school boy of Boya No. 7 Middle School since the first year of high school. The flamboyant young man is the center of attention wherever he goes. The clothes he wears are exquisite and noble, but he is quite approachable. He is good at basketball and fencing. The only shortcoming may be that his grades are not very good, but this is not harmful, after all, he does not hinder other people's learning.
The two people who thought they had nothing in common met over a bowl of ordinary hot-dried noodles, and gradually became familiar with each other in the tense and busy high school life. Li Wenyan would play badminton with Jiang Qiqiu, who was not very good at playing, in physical education class. He would ask Jiang Qiqiu to go to dinner with him at mealtimes. Jiang Qiqiu would write down the detailed process on Li Wenyan's paper full of red crosses, and even mark the page where the knowledge points were. After the college entrance examination, the two people's lives became less intertwined. Li Wenyan was still the third young master of the Li family, and Jiang Qijui was still the poor boy struggling to earn tuition and living expenses.，，……
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