"In the late autumn of that year, the dead leaves danced wildly in the wind, but they could not withstand the heat of the young man."
The education method of Xiangyang No. 2 Middle School has always been strict, but how could it restrain a seventeen-year-old boy?
The first time Song Shiwei saw Bai Zhanzhou, his heartstrings seemed to be touched.
This feeling that he had never felt before was very strange, but he couldn't put it into words.
Song Shiwei: "You are always different from others."
Bai Zhanzhou: "In the vast sea of people, you are unique."
Qi Miao: "Let's talk? Jiang Si."
Jiang Si: "Then give it a try."
Qi Miao: "Are we still talking? Jiang Si."
Jiang Si: "Forget it, remember them? It's also for you and me."
Purpose: You have to know that the feelings of a seventeen-year-old boy are the most sincere.
