Everywhere is the sound of cicadas calling for summer, the rows of phoenixes along the road No. 4 have sprouted a few flowers. Walking with some friends, Bao exclaims.
Oh, summer is here...
Bao lamented, three close friends burst into laughter. Japan poked your shoulder teasingly.
What do you say when you're about to turn 18 and still haven't had a love affair?
Bao argued.
Then you are just like me, nothing more.
Japan explained.
I'm different from you, I've set a goal. When I don't succeed, I won't think about finding anything else.
All opened his mouth to interject.
You're not a monk, I heard that you go to university to become a monk.