
Grease Folds and Clear Sky
by Have Nothing To Do, Chat, Chat
About This Novel
In a technical secondary school campus filled with the smell of engine oil and sweat stains of youth, Wu Dazhi, who weighs off the scale, and Su Qing, a transfer student who looks like a goddess in Japanese dramas, are forcibly bound together by their duty schedule. When the hairpin fell into the gutter, the two souls who were supposed to never intersect developed a suffocating symbiotic relationship in the musty space of the shared umbrella. There is no miracle of counterattack here, only gloves stained with frog blood in anatomy class, school uniforms that went rancid after physical education class, and graduation photos that are never out of focus. When peach oolong tea meets a thermos cup with excessive oil secretion, when delicate manicure sinks into the folds of the instant noodle bucket, some kind of attraction that goes against biological instinct is fermenting - just like the incredible entanglement between the lace underwear and the yellowed vest on the rooftop clothesline. When the dean's lecture faded away, the spare key to the locker left a red mark on his palm. This is a love paradigm exclusively for poor students: using the disparate data on the physical examination form to piece together the most unbearable but true proof of youth.
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