Jiang Che looked at the two-meter-high wall, then glanced at his own tall frame.
Ding Ning, straddling the wall, was waving frantically at him, signaling him to hurry up. He glanced at the surroundings. On the wall on the school's side, there was a string of black footprints, some large, some small, which showed that sneaking into school from here happened quite often.
"Hurry up already!" Ding Ning was still urging him from above, but Jiang Che didn't move.
He was just wondering, is all of this really real?
Lowering his head to think back, he could even remember everything now: for example, his parents ran a bun shop, and he lived upstairs from the shop. Ding Ning had been his childhood neighbor. After her parents passed away, she had been working part-time to pay her way through school, and Jiang Che's parents would invite her over for meals and have her tutor him with his homework.
It was also with Ding Ning's help that he got into Nancheng First Middle School.
