Eighteen Heart-Pounding Lessons

In the summer when she was eighteen years old, when Lin Weiwan dragged her suitcase into the campus of University A, she happened to bump into Jiang Chen rejecting the third confessor under the parasol tree. The boy's eyes were distant and his voice was clear: "Sorry, I have no plans to fall in love for the time being." As a freshman in the mathematics department, Lin Weiwan did not expect to sit next to Jiang Chen in the first advanced mathematics class. What's more, she didn't expect that this campus male idol, who was famous for being aloof, was actually her calculus teaching assistant. "I've talked about this question eighteen times." When Jiang Chen knocked on her homework book for the eighteenth time, his eyes finally became warm, "Lin Weiwan, did you do this on purpose?" "Yes," she raised her head, her eyes as bright as stars, "This way I can listen to your lectures eighteen more times." From function limits to probability statistics, from the morning light in the library to the starry night in the study room, eighteen calculus classes quietly record the trajectory of your heart. When Jiang Chen used chalk to write down the answer to the eighteenth example question in the final review class - a love drawn by a function, the whole classroom was boiling. "Now," he turned around and looked through the crowd to find her accurately, "I have plans to fall in love." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.