"March 7th, sunny, Lu Ji is really beautiful... I hope to share a desk with her."
"April 1st, the big exam is truly terrifying. I still have more than a year, yet I keep hearing many classmates and teachers whispering about it... Hm, there's also some talk about the end of the world, sounds like a prank."
"May 18th, it's a day worth remembering, Lu Ji spoke to me..."
The black diary cover was hard, and inside was a kind of pale yellow paper; the first half was just the daily life of an ordinary boy.
Zhong Shenxiu flipped quickly through it, reaching the last few pages.
"September 9th, doomsday theories are everywhere, but even if it's the end of the world, students still have to attend class... I heard there's a bunch of crazies or maybe Prophets compiling something called the 'Original Scripture.' Are they joking?"
