No longer a childish kid who only knows how to play with sand.

Li Yao was in the sixth grade, and within less than half a month, his worldview had been overturned several times.

In his eyes, sixth-grade kids are still kids, just kids who haven't grown up yet.

Being in it, he found that it was not the case.

Some unruly children would smoke secretly without telling their families, and then run to school to show off, forming gangs like big brothers.

Some children are so mature that yellow waste comes out of their mouths endlessly.

There are even some children who are not much taller than electric cars, but they start talking about love all the time.

He didn't know these before.

The school he attended was not a special one that only the rich and powerful could attend. It was just an ordinary primary school where almost all the children from the surrounding communities attended.

Perhaps it is because children are exposed to the Internet at an early age that they become more mature than we can imagine.

Li Yao sighed, and then thought that it was not impossible to continue studying.

I get up early every day to go to school, eat at school at noon, and go home in the evening. My life and work schedule is very regular.

But on this day, a box of chocolates was placed on his desk.

It's still heart-shaped.

He had a dark face.

This is the first time I've encountered this.

Just throw it in the trash can.

In front of everyone.

This is like stirring up a hornet's nest.

After school that day, he was stuck in traffic.

There was a kid who was shorter than him, with a cockscomb hairstyle, which he might have done intentionally to look taller.

"Li Yao, you can't leave."