The wind in the first year of high school always carries the smell of ginkgo leaves. When it blows through the window of Class 11 on the third floor, it will also carry the sound of lines from the rehearsal hall of Class 2 on the second floor.
The first time Min Xinqi heard the name "Xiao Man" in front of the bulletin board, he was holding a wrinkled application form for poor students at his fingertips. The sound was like a pebble covered in sugar, gently smashing into his step-by-step world - it was too similar to his nickname "Xiao Man" that was rarely known by others, but it was completely different.
Concept: The youthfulness of adolescence
