Mr. Gao said,
as the punishment,
you need to earn at least 500 yuan today.
As easy as pie.
I want the history notes.
Can I hug you?
No.
Can I take a photo with you?
No.
I've had a crush on you long before.
I can.
Sell rubber balls.
Sell Hao Wuyi's head.
Wuyi's head is like...
Sell these things with yours.
What are these?
Will someone buy these things?
These are all I can find.
Here you are. Sell them all.
Really?
No need to be nostalgic.
Right.
You lost a friend. But at least you'll have money.
How much will we price it?
I think at least 10,000 yuan.
We worked so hard to make them.
One yuan for one star.
It's not expensive.
If they have 10,000 yuan,
why would they buy these?
You have no idea of it.
There's memory in it.
Memory is priceless.
You've gone too far.
999 yuan, I think.
Anyone want it?
I do.
It's your collective memory.
I'll keep it for you.
Gao.
Dachuan, show some respect.
Come here.
Gao.
One, two, three.
No.
My friendship with him ends like that.
Most of the friendships might fail.
Only a few of them can succeed.
It's called dumb luck.
Our first love seldom ends well.
But we still fall in love with someone at such age.
It doesn't matter if it fails.
We keep these feelings in our heart for a long time.
But we don't name it clearly.
Until his eye contact shine into my heart like sunlight.
You have dimples when you smile.
You should smile more.
Okay.
Good.