He came to the corridor, his expression of grievance completely gone. At this moment, he was simply standing quietly against the wall, the leaves outside the window turning somewhat yellow.
Lin Fan.
That was his name, though few people remembered it, even his teachers would suddenly forget what he was called.
Yes, he was indeed too ordinary.
Eighteen years old, an orphan, attending XX High School with government support, working two jobs alongside his subsidy, barely managing to sustain himself, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor skinny, with no distinctive features, average academic performance, not flamboyant in his actions, having very few friends - he was the type who could be forgotten in the blink of an eye in a crowd.
...
But he knew, he himself...was very special.