After the college entrance examination, the public stadium
Cheng Xu was sitting on the bench, drinking water, and looking at the boys pretending to be bad on the basketball court. They were all very handsome. If you ignored the fact that they couldn't score goals.
He subconsciously looked for Xu Chi, but found nothing.
"That's right, the ones playing basketball are no longer those grandsons in the class." He seemed to have remembered something again, and was inexplicably annoyed.
"Damn it, you bastard named Xu still owes me money." I don't know what you are doing now. . . .
Do you think of me occasionally?
Intention: What is missed is the most unforgettable