When an extremely socially anxious artist's palette collides with a speedometer pretending to be a social butterfly,
an unexpected chemical reaction of art and hormones begins:
· In the studio, he's his only life model, with sweat and the sound of pencils mingling.
· On the court, he's his only spectator on the sidelines, his heartbeat in sync with the arc of the ball.
· In the infirmary late at night, an unspoken confession mingles with the smell of iodine.
· Before the camera in the directing department, the boundary between truth and performance begins to blur.
Will they become each other's greatest masterpieces, or their most painful failures?
When Yan Yang's knee sounds another warning, and Ling Lin's work is thrust into the center of public debate;
when talk of "athletes dating art students" spreads, and choices about the future loom before them both...
The summer, steeped in paint and sweat, keeps growing hotter.
Once something starts to boil, it can never cool down again.
"This summer, let's fall in love and put both our names to a story written in paint and sweat."
