The broadcast commands for the Eight-Section Brocade rang out.
While the students on the Track and Field practiced their exercises, Li Wanyin stood beside a roadside tree outside the grounds.
She watched the students raising their arms and stretching along with the commands, their uniforms so bright they dazzled her eyes. For a moment, she almost felt as though her former self was hidden among those moving figures.
But the next second, when her gaze landed on the tall, straight figure on the Speaker's Platform, all those memories of herself quietly faded away.
She lifted her head and rose slightly onto her toes, watching the boy leading the exercises on the distant Speaker's Platform.
Youth remained unchanged on campus. Every year, graduates left dragging their suitcases, and new faces entered with curiosity, like the endless cycle of the seasons.
This was Chen Shi'an's time as a student.
It was just a pity that her own school days had already passed.
Sometimes, Li Wanyin would fantasize about still being in school, imagining Chen Shi'an, the same age as her, transferring onto campus.
If she had met Chen Shi'an at that age, she probably would have thought he was dazzling beyond compare, wouldn't she?
She probably wouldn't even have dared approach him to speak-
Things were actually pretty good now, too. She even got to live under the same roof as him, and thanks to being older, she could hear him affectionately call her "Sister."
Li Wanyin found a spot to set down the two big bags of milk tea, then took out her phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Chen Shi'an on the distant Speaker's Platform.
She spread two slender fingers across the screen, zooming in until the size was right and the image was clear.
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