C174 Who Am I?

A light drizzle was falling on my face, the air smelled of grass and cotton, and I was standing on the playground, holding the badly scored exam paper in my hand.

On the day I left school, I ran out of the repressed classroom to meet Zhang Peng.

"Do you remember me? I am Zhang Peng. "

That familiar yet strange face seemed as though it was a lifetime ago.

I remember you. I muttered