On a whim, I started writing this novel. After reaching a hundred thousand words and looking back, it had a terrible opening. Somehow, it ended up being in the first - person perspective, and what's more, it's a story from the male lead's point of view posted in the female - oriented section. It's full of minefields, and it seems I've stepped on all of them.
This is a youth campus novel. At first, I just wanted to depict what a campus should be like in my mind. There's no all - powerful male lead, no perfect female lead. Everyone has their flaws: a homeroom teacher who loves preaching big principles, Xu Binbin who doesn't trust in love, Ai Qianwen with a girly mindset...
It's actually quite interesting to understand how a boy perceives the world from a boy's perspective. Maybe there won't be much resonance, maybe it's just self - indulgence. The plot at the beginning is as plain as plain water.As for whether it will get interesting later, I have no idea, because no one leaves comments or interacts (so sad).
Before writing this book, I thought about two questions: youth and love. These are the themes that run through the entire book. I hope readers can see their own stories in it or recall their past experiences.
What is youth? For me, it's spending time in internet cafes, having a secret crush, and those ordinary stories. There are no incredibly beautiful women, no second - generation rich kids splashing money around, and no one so handsome that everyone is in awe. It's not about being all - powerful, nor chatting and laughing with the principal. It's a contradiction of being timid yet full of passion, a palpitating feeling that makes you think of someone every time you read a certain part.
What is love? It's that you can understand me without me having to say it all, that you can catch my jokes, and that we can be our true selves. It's not about unconditional pleasing., It's not about suppressing yourself even when wronged. Any relationship emphasizes balance; there should be giving as well as receiving.
Finally, this novel is written for the one I love, and her name is —— Youth.
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"The school gate is really imposing." Ke Han, a freshman in high school standing at the school gate, exclaimed.
Although I came here once during the summer vacation, I still couldn't help but feel excited when I saw the gate again. "This is where Binbin and I started," I would say many years later, as I stood at the gate telling our story to the wedding photographer at that time.
I shook my head to dismiss the fantasy just now. My sincere prayers during the high school entrance exam were probably heard by the Goddess of Luck, so I was lucky enough to get into this well - known high school.——Xinyu Middle School.
To this day, I still can't believe I'm qualified to stand on the same starting line as the top students in the whole city. Fortunately, Xu Binbin, the goddess I have a crush on, wants to take the exam for this school. So, using the excuse that I should give it a shot for my first choice, I filled in this high school. This must be the power of love, a miracle brought about by love.
I hold my head high and walk into the school gate, stepping into the beginning of a beautiful future.
"Stop right there. Which class are you in? Don't you know the opening ceremony starts at nine o'clock! Come over and register." The doorman uncle calls me to a halt. I think to myself, "Oh no, on my first day of school, I, Khan, am being registered. How am I going to get by from now on?"
I force a smile and say, "Uncle, it's the first day of school. We have no grudges against each other. You can't use me as a sacrificial lamb, can you?"The uncle said, "What do you mean by 'sacrificial lamb'? Kid, you must have read too many martial arts novels. Come here and register. This is for your education."
Seeing that the uncle was unyielding, I helplessly shrugged my shoulders and obediently went to register. After glancing at the registration form, I got cocky and said, "Uncle, I'm a new student and don't have a class yet. How am I supposed to fill this out?" I shrugged helplessly again.
Maybe it was my punchable expression that made the uncle have me stand at the school gate and start scolding me, "You young people, think I can't handle you, huh? What kind of young people haven't I seen? Countless ones have fallen into my hands. You're still too inexperienced..."
I scoffed inwardly, thinking, "What kind of uncles haven't I, Khan, seen before?" But on my face, I put on an appearance of being teachable. After all, even a strong dragonCan't outdo the local strongman. After the uncle finished scolding, I said, "Uncle, you're right. But look, I'm already late today. Can you let me leave first and I'll come back this afternoon after school to listen to your teachings?" The doorman uncle seemed to have had his fill of scolding. He waved his hand and said, "Go, go."