In the sound of endorsements in the morning reading class, there is a secret cheat sheet hidden by someone; in the cheers on the basketball court, there is an overt and covert competition for the starting position, but when a teammate falls, everyone forgets about winning or losing, and immediately rushes to pull him up.
Some people moved up one place in the monthly exam rankings and hid key review materials, but turned around and sent antipyretics in the rain when the other person had a fever; some people smiled and said, "I don't know this question either," but after studying in the evening, they stuffed the draft paper full of analysis into the other person's drawer.
They would have a cold war for half a month because of a misunderstood gossip, and they would instantly form an impenetrable wall when someone was bullied by a foreign class; they would glare at each other at the swearing-in meeting and say, "I will definitely do better than you," but on the day of the score check, they would hug each other and dance more excitedly than they did.
The chalk dust on the blackboard falls, as if recording the chaos: there are the thorns of suspicion, the fire of rivalry, and the hot sincerity hidden behind the quarrels and awkwardness. The pressure we endured together, the laziness we shared together, and the days and nights we spent fighting for the same goal finally turned into the most unforgettable summer before the cicadas ended.
Intention: Change based on reality