03 Start with a piece of chalk

When the bell rang, he stood in front of the desk in the classroom, so gentle, so warm and well-behaved.

He looked at the female teacher in front of her. Her hair was black and her 1 eyes were bright, but it always made people feel covered with a faint melancholy, just like the flowing water wave hiding behind the smoke, 1 a kind of sadness that was difficult to capture.

At this time, her slender fingers were trembling fiercely, and it seemed that she heard 1 kind of “crackling” subtle collision.

What’s wrong with he......