Wuya River

When Zhong Congee first came to Huaian, it was the second semester of his sophomore year in high school. She is the kind of girl who has the air of another world about her. He always sits in the last row by the window, and his school uniform is the dark navy uniform of Shanghai International School. In this town where blue and white sportswear is everywhere, he is like a white birch that has been uprooted and randomly planted in the salt-alkali land. It is quiet and expensive, but it refuses to die no matter what. No one knew why she transferred from Shanghai to this place that wasn't even a third-tier city. She didn't tell her, and no one dared to ask. Only occasionally someone saw her standing on the rooftop of the teaching building, looking down at a photo on her phone that had been zoomed in and out repeatedly. Xu Zhenzhu is just the opposite. She sat in the middle of the first row, with her ponytail tied higher than anyone else's, and her school uniform more neatly worn than anyone else's. She is the squad leader, speaks clearly and clearly, and has a flawless smile, as if she has the word "excellent" carved on her forehead. But her excellence has something sharp, like a knife hidden in her sleeve, you don't know when she will show it out. "Xu Zhenzhu, Xu Zhenzhu, you must be the pearl in your mother's hands." "I'm not."