[First person of the text]
One night, my roommate looked at my face seriously and said that my academic journey would probably be longer and longer. My roommate wiped away tears with his hands, and I frowned in confusion.
When I opened my eyes, I went back to the first day of my senior year of high school.
I finally realized that I was born again.
OK, fine. If I had to do it again, I would definitely be among the top ten in my grade. I pumped up my fists.
Looking up at the formulas on the blackboard, I squinted my eyes, looked down at the notes, squinted again, looked up at the PPT, and squinted again.
Damn, that looks familiar.
Ah, so sleepy.
There was a transfer student in the class upstairs. The transfer student had a face that would keep strangers away from him, which made me a little scared.
It wasn't until the second week of school that I saw him kneeling to the school, presumably because he entered the school gate with his left foot first.
I chuckled and successfully caught the transfer student's attention.
Intention: Constantly strive for self-improvement.