Qingfeng High School in September was shrouded in mist. Lin Xiaoman stood at the door of the experimental class holding the transfer notice, his palms stained with sweat. Fifteen minutes late, she looked at the words "Grade 3, Class 1" on the door and took a deep breath. Just as she was about to open the door, a cold male voice came from behind: New classmate? She turned around and saw the boy leaning against the railing of the corridor. The cuffs of his white shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing his neat wrists, and his eyes were as deep as pools of water under his black hair. Lu Chen threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and glanced at the wrinkled notice in her hand: Go in, the head teacher is waiting. There were only two empty seats in the back row of the classroom. When Lin Xiaoman hesitated to sit down, his schoolbag knocked over the pencil case on the next table. Lu Chen bent down and picked up the pen. The abbreviation LC was engraved on the cap. He wiped off the ink stain and handed it to her. The moment his fingertips brushed her wrist, Lin Xiaoman noticed the wristband on his left wrist - dark gray with serious wear on the edges.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
