In a school like No. 15 Middle School, early romance was destined not to be a common phenomenon. Xu Xiangyang felt that, like himself, most were merely onlookers and listeners, rather than personal experiencers.
If it was just hearing about this kind of gossip from peers, it could be quite interesting; but if parents and teachers always went on with a serious face, repeating "Do not fall in love early, do not fall in love early," it would be far less welcomed.
Having to line up on the playground in the scorching heat and stand in the middle of the crowd like a statue was inherently an activity few people enjoyed, and the droning recitation of the male student on stage made it even more aggravating.
Perhaps only the occasional cacophony and ear-piercing squawks coming from the loudspeakers could jolt the students into alertness.
Xu Xiangyang's gaze swept back and forth, hoping that by doing so, he could divert his own attention and prevent his mood from getting even worse.
