In September, with the shadow of being targeted in seventh grade, Xie Ke stepped into the eighth grade classroom, fear wrapping around his heart like a vine. Until Lin Zhao pushed open the door and walked in - the 23-year-old female teacher, with the sun shining in her hair, her fingertips dipped in blue ink like the Milky Way, and the mole on her back neck like stars in marmalade.
Xie Ke's eyes began to follow her uncontrollably: looking at the curvature of her spine when writing on the blackboard, watching her wrists dripping cream when eating a cone, sneaking into the office to look at her graduation photos, and hiding the words "want to be remembered" in her weekly diary. In the wet dream, she is like pen water, trying to melt into the other person's veins.
But this secret love was destined to wither from the beginning. The identity gap, the boundary between teacher and student, and Xie Ke's inherent cowardice made her dare not even say a complete greeting. Lin Zhao may have noticed something strange about the girl, but he just thought it was the student's dependence on the teacher.
Intention: Based on reality, we can see hope