"So, in the end, he insisted on catching a glimpse of you, and seized the opportunity to overtake you all."
"Finally, when he turned around to look at you, he slipped up and fell, bringing both himself and the bicycle down. Oh, you wouldn't believe it, I ended up taking him home, and it nearly wore me out."
Song Yunshan nodded: "I remember. Back then, your bike was a black Flying Pigeon. Oh, wait, it was originally a black Flying Pigeon, then a purple Flying Pigeon, a red Flying Pigeon in twelfth grade, and a white Flying Pigeon in senior year."
"Why did you switch bikes so many times back then? Not dedicated at all!"
