Jiang Lian felt that life seemed meaningless.
High school life is like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.
He originally thought that he would live his life in such a muddle-headed way.
It wasn't until the second grade of high school that he met Gao Ling.
"Hello, new deskmate." This was the first sentence they said when they met.
"Hmm"
"Why don't you speak?"
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Jiang Lian had never been dragged around the playground, except this time, of course.
He didn't pull away, it seemed fine just like that, he thought.
"You... You are sick!" He yelled at Gao Ling.
"So you can talk, Mengzi!"
Gao Ling has a beautiful smile, a bright smile, and a sunny smile.
Jiang Lian suddenly felt that something seemed to be changing.
He smiled, cursing himself for being so easily shaken.
Intention: The future is always beautiful