I write casually, I don't update it often, the writing style of an elementary school student (random thoughts)
It was another summer, and the boy dragged his friend to an unknown corner of the school. The sunlight was cut into pieces and shone in the corners of the boy's crooked eyes. He said:
"There is no surveillance here, and there is no one. I was the first to discover it."
"I'm only telling you one person."
Concept: Midsummer never ends